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� Who the * wanna * with the young buck with the ruffs? �
� Step up and get buffed up, I'm a gangster �
� Solo with one in the chamber, won't thank twice to bang ya �
� Your life's in danger, I'll stain ya, give me 50 feet, partner �
� Before I knock out your motherfuckin' teeth, partner �
� Or hit you with the heat, partner, give me some space �
� Before I make the state of Texas, come give me a case �
� I'm number eight in the race, I ain't losin' my place �
� I'm a hustler on the grind, speedin' up my pace �
� Gainin' weight on the block, tryna stack my night �
� And if the block get hot, I'ma shake the spot �
� I ain't bout to let the cops come take my pot �
� Or have me sleepin' on the cot, upstate on lock �
� Oh no, I'm a G, man, gotta be a free man �
� 16-C, man, if you want a key, man, no less than three, man �
� You fuckin' with a big timer, I'm a dope man �
� Slash CEO, slash drama, short climber �
� Designed to keep it raw and stay loyal to my fam, boss, hog out loud �
� I see it no other way, we stay on our J �
� On the streets, I'm the play, while they stackin' they pay �
� Sonny a great, my niggas gettin' nothin' but love �
� I'ma stay spittin' real, you can count on thug, nigga �
� From this day forth, I'm the veteran rookie �
� Well, what you tryin' to say? I'm better than rookies �
� And whether you like it or not, I'm in a league of my own �
� So do me a big favor, just leave me alone �
� Foolishly, a fool is he, got people that hate him �
� Sayin' how cool is he, ooh, it's me �
� Yeah, ain't that a bitch? �
� Can't help it, that's just the way I spit �
� I'm who brought back this gangsta * �
� Round here, and it's the motherfuckin' thanks I get �
� The watch is perpetual �
� Along with the bracelet, chain, and brain �
� His * looks electrical �
� * up your eyesight, right behind your spectacles �
� To hang around me, your parents may act skeptical �
� Everything I spit is a hit, and acceptable �
� Every CD I'm on is a collectible �
� You can't time the rhyme scheme, it's unexpected �
� Change your soul, you'll never know �

� Too much, I think, is transsexual �
� My taste for clothes is quite impeccable �
� I wet niggas' homes, dope just like Michelob �
� The flow so deep, I come up with these thoughts in my sleep �
� So imagine if I was a rapper, you'd creep �
� Let it alone, or let it be known, let it be flown �
� They hit niggas up, and they here to be gone �
� That's right, I'm fittin' quicker, nigga �
� On behalf of Lil' Pop, I'm a slicker, nigga �
� Run trick plays like the flea flicker, nigga �
� Before I wave and spray �
� I just pick up, nigga �
� I'm just tryin' to get richer, nigga �
� So I can eat, get fatter, get thicker, nigga �
� Feel me? My intentions is to stack most grill �
� And buy a car that's worth millions �
� Like the Batmobile �
� I'm all raw talent, that's no skill �
� They be like, boy, we love you �
� I be like, that's so real �
� But in the back of my mind, nigga �
� It's * you too �
� And whatever this * even schemin' ass is up to �
� I * niggas up fast, like eatin' crushed glass �
� When I buck buck blast �
� Reach out and touch they stash �
� I'm ignorant and arrogant with my stuck-up ass �
� My attitude's worse, plus I'm bout stackin' up cash �
� I don't give a *, never have, never will �
� If you don't know C-1 *, you better chill �
� Oh my God, it's the Black M&M �
� You don't want plex with him or them �
� Mob style, Pope D1, Grim and them �
� It's your boy back on the track with Slim and them �
� I'm rippin' it, drank, I'm sippin' it �
� Crack, I'm flippin' it �
� Sure am I �
� I'm rippin' it, drank, I'm sippin' it �
� I'm rippin' it, drank, I'm sippin' it �
� If you want, you can try that, nigga �
� My verse is so expensive, I don't think you can buy that, nigga �
� I hit hard like a hi-hat, nigga �
� Now that's rougher and raw than goin' naked head in a dry cat, nigga �
� Ma, my nigga Chris Ward, make sure y'all pick up that boy out �
� Freestyle, underground world, and stoves, sound waves, and all that * �
� Jill, what's up to them boys over there, mob style? �
� Much love, baby �

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