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You know you done fked up right?
I got yo hoe.
I'm yo b*tch nigg*?
aight.
(3X)
Back up off me, back up off me
when I step in this b*tch I wanna hear you scream
Verse 1:
nigg* hoe this
nigg* what? nigg* b*tch that In fact
Bigga I ain't yo' motherfkin hoe or yo' motherfkin b*tch
Betta yet let's sit where all the motherfkin killers sit
So I can get in the middle; get rowdy push and shove
nigg* where the fk I come from, we call it love
nigg* I'll never be caught in the back
nigg* that's where all the pretty muth*fkaz be sittin at
You know the girls that's scared to bust back
I fk wit drug dealers, nigg* cap pealers
If I come to yo' town and you ain't got one
I'ma leave wit a million motherfkin killers
Tank soldiers, marchin, s**t talkin
If you want me to holla at ya dawg nigg* start fkin barkin (barking)
If you bustas bust first, and I bag s**t
or see a nigg* with his hoe and you still talkin
b*tch you came to the right clique
I'm the type of nigg* I don't fk wit retaliation
nigg* I'll step in this b*tch and I'll start a pistol whippin session
Ya heard me?
Chorus:
Rowdy is the fk nigg*
bout it is the fk nigg*
So what the fk you said?
fk you Serv!
(repeat 3 times)
Back up off me, back up off me
when I step in this b*tch I wanna hear you scream
(repeat 3 more times)
Verse 2:
I said I'm with No Limit and y'all hate me
I fk wit the hoez y'all wanna fk and y'all sit
around like some girls and talk about me
I fk the hoes y'all love to fk, now you ain't know that
Go head nigg* dont be like no b*tch nigg*
come on now talk about me; I'm a War nigg*, battle ready
I'll step in the motherfkin ring nigg*
You bad as fk come on and test me
Cutthroat drug dealer from St. Louis to Miami accept me
Why the fk y'all from the same place
and why the fk y'all gon' sweat me?
His daddy's car, his daddy's house
I know some pregnant hoes who got some better s**t to talk about
Big Vi's told me killers don't talk
They just put 15 albums in the top 25 and every fkin music shop
And now I'm bout to add mines
And I can see it in your heart you fkin hate my kind
Cause I fk wit the pound, cause I'm wit No Limit
Cause I sell more records on yo' block than you did in yo' town
You best to be leavin nigg* don't be mad, ease up clown
nigg* dont make me lay it fkin down!
Chorus: repeat until fade