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Hey yo B.G., pass my drink my n*gga
We gon' try this one more time
I'm back motherf*ckers, get the mac muh'f*ckers
Pull it out the trunk, clack clack muh'f*ckers
I told y'all to "Walk Witt Me," dropped somethin sick on it
And I ain't put no one but my motherf*ckin clique on it (D-Block)
No R&B, I ain't have no muh'f*ckin chick on it
These other n*ggas songs, jail n*ggas beat they di*k on it
Now I got a couple guests; friends, got a couple less
I don't give a f*ck, my bullets goin through a couple vests
This ain't rehearsal; you TV, I'm DVD b*tch
What I'm sayin is ain't no commercial
I came to stomp sh*t out, drive by or get out
Got a lil' money but, I'm used to bein without
So act like I won't put your face on the side of Chase
Then take your Bass right off your little designer waist
Can beat you with the hands, but I'm packin just in case
Dice game, n*ggas sweatin, hopin that I ace
Real n*ggas f*ck with me, thank you if you stuck with me
Now the whole hood, screamin out a n*gga company
D-B, L-O-C-K
Still got the turntables right next to the instant replay
First I let you get to know me, now this one here
I'ma let you b*tches get to blow me, talk to 'em slowly
f*ck bein humble, and f*ck the sophomore jinx
I been around since the Benjamins was in the Tunnel
It ain't changed, I seen n*ggas turn Bryant Gumbel
After that, I done wild out and didn't fumble
I even threw two guns up like I was in the jungle
You will now board, flight number 3-5-4
First class hip-hop, and we landin in hardcore
The music n*ggas pray to they God for
Y'all n*ggas judge it yourself
But if you soft and don't do dirt, this music might be bad for your health
Whattup? {*gunshot*}
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