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Yo, let's do it We gon' do this one Let the beat ride for a minute though Will, him in the house from the town FaceMob in this bitch, 'bout to tear shit down Uh-huh, yeah, there it is, yeah Still the truth in the game, ain't a damn thing changed Prone to tote heat up and then shoot flames Double the O.G. of a deuce thug thang Bitches who know me know how I do dames Still, f**kin' with James, we roll in this shit hard I locked up the south, he locked the fifth ward Loaded and cocked, I'm known to be a block bleeder Known to get paper and I ain't fin' to stop neither I got Ferrari's, drive Porches and shit Ranch got horses, golf courses and shit Eat shrimp, steak, crab, raw oysters and shit And still f**k around with all my boys in the bricks International nigga, I been in and out the States Kingston, Brazil, bitches feedin' me grapes I can cut it and bake, all I need is some soda, a plate A microwave, Pyrex and a cake You can get it how you want it, what I'm spittin' is free I don't need to hold in court what I can hold in the streets Niggaz know how I was raised so ain't no question in these Consequences you gon' face when niggaz f**kin' with me One for the niggaz wanna cross me up Two for the bitches wanna toss me up Three for the people tryin' to get my mail Wanna send me to jail so they can lock me up Four for the hoes who wanna block my shine Five for the snitch who went and dropped that dime Six for the s*ckers who ain't got no game That's a goddamn shame, that's why he hatin' on mine From the north to the south, I don't need no pa*ses You bitches get out of line, I'ma bleed yo' a*ses Look man, I ain't the huffin' puffin' type I'ma put that pistol in your motherf**kin' life Mayor, can I call my crib, I be gettin' them greens f**kin' the finest hoes that can fit in some jeans Take an interest in politics, shoppin' and Van Gogh Shoot a motherf**ker up and then go vote They say variety is the spice of life So we'll f**k the black broads and lay pipe to the whites Puerto Ricans and Latinos, Japs and Filipinos What is y'all trippin fo'? pus*y is pus*y I ain't gotta come where you live to shoot you in your sleep I know niggaz in yo' hood that'll do you for me Youse a bitch-made pus*y born with no nutsac I'm a motherf**kin' stand up cat, that's on the one One for the niggaz wanna cross me up Two for the bitches wanna toss me up Three for the people tryin' to get my mail Wanna send me to jail so they can lock me up Four for the hoes who wanna block my shine Five for the snitch who went and dropped that dime Six for the s*ckers who ain't got no game That's a goddamn shame, that's why he hatin' on mine Spot a fine-a*s bitch and I'm scoopin' her up You can sleep on me nigga if you're stupid enough But I'll be standin' in your bed receivin' hate from your woman You could bust in, but not while I'm cummin' 'Cause I'm cummin' everywhere, in her hair, on her face On her earring, even on the motherf**kin' ceiling Keep it playa with a playa, let me get my nut After that, you could kill the bitch, I don't give a f**k Yes indeed, Chuck smoke good weed If it ain't Hydro get the f**k out the do' You niggaz drink a few shots and your faculty slow I down the whole f**kin' bottle like it's H2O Got the heart and the steel and the will to bust I'm the little big man with the big ol' nuts Don't f**k with bitch-mades, too real for that Got the fame and the name but I still will Jack, nigga One for the niggaz wanna cross me up Two for the bitches wanna toss me up Three for the people tryin' to get my mail Wanna send me to jail so they can lock me up Four for the hoes who wanna block my shine Five for the snitch who went and dropped that dime Six for the s*ckers who ain't got no game That's a goddamn shame, that's why he hatin' on mine