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  • Verse one
    I blow'em over wit the club scene
    try don for my nine thousand thugs
    in the clubs that love green one step
    behind Hussin dogs the don me and I'm
    well bomb on ya kind like Vietnam
    against all odds get cha Benz or rocks
    me and kada go against all fog
    dog from jeerz infotrate all herds
    my last words who gone blast and serve
    they told me never say never but I never stay alive
    hold me, look in my eyes, say I'm never gonna die
    blast pass, ya half ass, staff like Casses Clay
    pass the tray, pound gripped wit the satin
    pistol packin' fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back
    release me to the care, of my heartless strap
    hung over from Hennessy, wit a menace in Tennessee
    to creep like, burglars heraldin' all you suckas in the industry
    Chorus
    I know the rules, you all tryin' to change'em
    cuz, you a star, wit ya video models you be frontin'
    at the bar, me and my thuggs in back, sippin Yack
    relax, tat it down, jus dyin' to go out wit macks
    I know the rules, you all tryin' to change'em
    cuz, you a star, wit ya video hoes you be frontin'
    at the bar, me and my thuggs in back, sippin Yack
    relax, tat it down, jus dyin' to go out wit macks
    Verse two
    It get's hectic yall, switch the rules
    get cha tools, my motor for runnin' down cuz
    ya ***** inproved, reelected as any, as respected
    outlaw glocks, got it locked, wit all these blocks connected
    from the east to the west, back home wit tha vest
    seen it all and still ball, a dog you can't impress
    cores ya soul, wit this gold mic molest
    when I blow'em ain't nothin' less, drinkin' in front of ?
    don't get prayed over and laid, picked from bein' pounded
    tha 41. wit the quick flip speed rounded, clothes you identify
    ***** made ******, I got a point
    I'm out ta minimize, down goes ya squad and ya C.E.O, to
    step in the streets, steadily infectin' ya crew
    he betta act, or get smacked, wit the ten mack two
    Chorus
    Verse three
    Secerts of war, we bust if we must plus
    and handle business, when you jealous playas
    **** wit us, turn the party out
    soon as they whip the lime beocardy out
    it's all we out, been up all night, when the guards be out
    call me out, picture perfect life, when I live it
    run ya part of town like Emmitt, only five minutes in it
    Militant minded, combined wit a sentence
    all you fake thug ******, ya crimes ain't constant
    even po-nine, they give me mine from a distant
    my chain dangle, hold the Henny on a strange angle
    aim and bang you, who the **** you tryin' run ya game to
    it's crunch time, I'm servin'em when it's lunch time
    give me mines, stealin' ya hoe, and I'll throw just one rhyme
    yall ****** squealin', my thuggs is still dealin'
    got ****** hittin' the ceilin', on them fiffty story buildings
    clack back the strap, give me that wit the equipment
    Chorus
    To all my thuggs, all around the ***********' county nation
    world wide, keep on sittin' in the back, wit that Yack
    keepin' it real, yall know who it go dowwnnnnnnn
    Fatal dog once again, for my outlaw ******
    keep it comin', none ***********' stop
    Kadafi rest in peace, my ***** 'pac rest in peace
  • Verse one
    I blow'em over wit the club scene
    try don for my nine thousand thugs
    in the clubs that love green one step
    behind Hussin dogs the don me and I'm
    well bomb on ya kind like Vietnam
    against all odds get cha Benz or rocks
    me and kada go against all fog
    dog from jeerz infotrate all herds
    my last words who gone blast and serve
    they told me never say never but I never stay alive
    hold me, look in my eyes, say I'm never gonna die
    blast pass, ya half ass, staff like Casses Clay
    pass the tray, pound gripped wit the satin
    pistol packin' fresh out of jail, I ain't goin' back
    release me to the care, of my heartless strap
    hung over from Hennessy, wit a menace in Tennessee
    to creep like, burglars heraldin' all you suckas in the industry
    Chorus
    I know the rules, you all tryin' to change'em
    cuz, you a star, wit ya video models you be frontin'
    at the bar, me and my thuggs in back, sippin Yack
    relax, tat it down, jus dyin' to go out wit macks
    I know the rules, you all tryin' to change'em
    cuz, you a star, wit ya video hoes you be frontin'
    at the bar, me and my thuggs in back, sippin Yack
    relax, tat it down, jus dyin' to go out wit macks
    Verse two
    It get's hectic yall, switch the rules
    get cha tools, my motor for runnin' down cuz
    ya ***** inproved, reelected as any, as respected
    outlaw glocks, got it locked, wit all these blocks connected
    from the east to the west, back home wit tha vest
    seen it all and still ball, a dog you can't impress
    cores ya soul, wit this gold mic molest
    when I blow'em ain't nothin' less, drinkin' in front of ?
    don't get prayed over and laid, picked from bein' pounded
    tha 41. wit the quick flip speed rounded, clothes you identify
    ***** made ******, I got a point
    I'm out ta minimize, down goes ya squad and ya C.E.O, to
    step in the streets, steadily infectin' ya crew
    he betta act, or get smacked, wit the ten mack two
    Chorus
    Verse three
    Secerts of war, we bust if we must plus
    and handle business, when you jealous playas
    **** wit us, turn the party out
    soon as they whip the lime beocardy out
    it's all we out, been up all night, when the guards be out
    call me out, picture perfect life, when I live it
    run ya part of town like Emmitt, only five minutes in it
    Militant minded, combined wit a sentence
    all you fake thug ******, ya crimes ain't constant
    even po-nine, they give me mine from a distant
    my chain dangle, hold the Henny on a strange angle
    aim and bang you, who the **** you tryin' run ya game to
    it's crunch time, I'm servin'em when it's lunch time
    give me mines, stealin' ya hoe, and I'll throw just one rhyme
    yall ****** squealin', my thuggs is still dealin'
    got ****** hittin' the ceilin', on them fiffty story buildings
    clack back the strap, give me that wit the equipment
    Chorus
    To all my thuggs, all around the ***********' county nation
    world wide, keep on sittin' in the back, wit that Yack
    keepin' it real, yall know who it go dowwnnnnnnn
    Fatal dog once again, for my outlaw ******
    keep it comin', none ***********' stop
    Kadafi rest in peace, my ***** 'pac rest in peace