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Intro:
Yeah, I heard out here talking major s**t you dig
But ain't no motherfker step to me and said "Spice you a punk"
Cause you know I whup his motherfkin ass
Chorus:
be muggin me, Don't show no love for me
Don't playa hate me love tha thug in me
Now when I walk on by, be muggin me
Don't playa hate me love tha thug in me
Now if your hoe come knockin at my door, she
Must want a thug as* nigg* for sure
Cause it's the young playa Spiz-ice and I be stacking my paper
24 motherfkin 7, a nigg* havin it major
Now we can do this like playas
or we can hop into some gangsta s**t
be tryin to clown, when your bailin with your b*tch
I almost fell, gettin up out the car but see
I had to pistol whip the nigg* because he knows who we are
We the with the Lex's, Rolexes laced up with diamonds
Timer, Timer, Baller, Baller
she fked with the shot caller now
Didn't need no scrilla to get her, she want a thug nigg*
Poppin collars, and at the same time clockin dollars
Real as they come I got soldiers ready to rob at night
And when a nigg* goes to your jar you don't attempt to fight
You playa hate daily, talkin the s**t on the ace
But you a b*tch cause you never talk the s**t to my face
Chorus 2X
I put the pedal to the metal and uh jump the Chevy
heavy in the game
But about four five different ghetto names
I can't be tamed I'm a G to my heart
I can't be changed I've been breaking these down from the start
I'm hearing s**t up in the streets man, is crazy
I've been serving them dope fiends on that block
since you was babies
And the world is yours, nigg* you can have it all
But if you talk bad on this G as* nigg* you'll take a fall, blaaaow
How many hoes want a nigg* that get his as* kicked
Car took, whupped and jacked ain't got no get back
I ain't the type to let no nigg* jack me
Baby we cool if they run up on the Caddy
Chorus 2X
I'm off the Hennessy, when it's me she's callin right back
I'm up in the Benzo on the mobile spittin the game off the yack
I'm strapped with two blacks, cuz I ain the baller
who be out there slippin
She understands be playa hatin so she ain't trippin
Saggy pants G-braids but nigg* still out to get paid
I'm keepin my mind up on my money and all my money is made
Shadetree be tryin to get in my mix
Conflicts, 40 caliber cliques when I be burying tricks
She seen me knock out now I do walkbys
Now I put faulty as* between them chalk lines
See everybody be lookin when I be bailin, trailin indo smoke
See it ain't nothing but the smooth sailin
And now I kick back and enjoy my riches on a sunny day
But sucka as* be all up in my way
You're secure don't you worry bout a thang
I got these two twin glocks and when they c*cked this is what they say
Chorus 2X