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*(knocking)*
Verse 1 *(numskull)*
Damn
What's up!?
(it's me mayne, money green!)
I'm tired of no good people poppin up on the scene
I'm talkin' about them "buy-no" bro's
Don't buy no hamps, don't buy no liquor
Smoke yo whole bundle type "buy-no" folks
Be showin' up at yo door step
Got yo whole block hot
Takin' off they shoes like yo house is a sock hop
(stop! in the name of the law!)
Show up again on the strip, you gettin' floor
(i ain't got no where to go!)
I can't help that there bro
I got problems of my own, what you all in my hair for?
I can't help you wit the pain you got, but i'm a tell you one mo'
Time...
*(chorus)*
Do not ring my bell!
But you can give me a page.
Do not ring my bell!
But you can give me a page.
No, don't you ring it!
Verse 2 *(yukmouth)*
Ring the alarm!
Another dope fiends callin', haulin' ass to my door cuz i'm ballin'
All in my buildin', wakin' up grown folks children
Now they complainin' claimin' that i'm dope dealin'
I'm still in bed, four fifty-four in the mornin'
Me and my hoe yawnin'
And there goes the bill on the noon, and yo it don't stop
He claimin' that he smoke rock, and better take yo ass to the dope spot
Fool i tote glocks, and i'm the type that blasted
I closed the door, and so you know 5-0 went past it
I got my ass kicked, they said i looked suspicious
And all of the traffic got my black ass evicted
Inflicted by the drug clientel
They ask a lie in hell
But now i'm lyin' in a cell
Wit no bail like the goodfellas
I'm gonna tell ya...
*(chorus)*