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  • Yeah, uh, yeah
    I like the way that sound
    NowCheck, n**** ya feelin' like a frog in a jump
    One **** will bring you from the bottom the trunk
    From the trunk to the dump
    I'ma rain on 'em, put the chump a slump
    Like a rib shot
    That's what the customers want
    Don't cha, this ain't the typical story
    Therefore
    I don't fall in the category
    I'm cool calm and collective
    You con'in a
    Lexu****lew chronic for breakfast
    It match with the necklace
    Nines only down til' the rats wanna check this
    Reckless, born treacherous warn specialist
    Especially if you rest next to me
    N**** come testin' me, you get the gun recipe
    These old n****z want the new born sound
    Actin' like they don't know who holdin'
    New York down
    Yeah, I used to buy
    Nick's, ten years later now
    I'm super-fly slick without a roof on my whip, s***
    I sip a hundred proof til'
    I'm ripped
    And wave at the haters who got a root c**** sick
    Tell n****z '
    Like to make a scene' so the llama's close
    That kind of s*** don't fly like mumma jokes
    So they got 'em long-short,
    Old kinda toast
    More out of left s***, trailers all around the coast
    To places you get around by boat,
    I get a pound
    I smokeI put 'em down them ****
    I'm real scope when
    I pass the block,
    I make traffic stop
    A prodigal wave thing that make the apple rot
    This apple jacks, be long before the platinum plaques
    The Pro Tools and the wax
    Take a step back 'fore you catch a contact
    The flows like an
    M-16 with an arm-strap
    I'ma bomb on n****z until they can't bomb back
    The Hiro****ma demeanor, microphone crack
    All of s*** changed since a came
    A lot came 'round here, f***in' up the game
    Therefore
    I ain't servin' nothin' but the pain
    You playin',
    I'm hungry than a mahf***er' mayn'
    Rob a store 'fore you walk around poor'
    Cause you ain't gettin' nothin' from me, you grown more
    You fuelin' up the fire when you hate
    So I'ma lean on ya' til' you make a mistake,
    I can't wait
    Until the curtains close
    It's just me and
    Tony, in them purple
    O'sIndoor overload, drive like
    I own the roads
    These n****z is p*** that's why my shoulders cold
    M by the toted bow,
    I'm ridin' filthy in the
    Beamer'Cause
    I can have
    Lamina Calina bring to a mister meaner
    You drown in deep water, any n**** around come
    From the street corner, where you need your heat on ya
    I'm on the climb while my next
    CD climbs
    South side
    Greedy Dine, red wine,
    DB9, NYPD grind
    Why? It ain't an easy grind
    A n**** try to get mine,
    I'ma feed him nine
    And it's graffiti time, n****az sprayin' ya mural
    For try'na by a motherf***in' hero
    I'm fresh, fly and flashy, best guy if you ask me
    Jet by on the nasty, n**** you in a taxi
    All of s*** changed since a came
    A lot came 'round here, f***in' up the game
    Therefore
    I ain't servin' nothin' but the pain
    You playin',
    I'm hungry than a mahf***er' mayn'
    Rob a store 'fore you walk around poor'
    Cause you ain't gettin' nothin' from me, you grown more
    You fuelin' up the fire when you hate
    So I'ma lean on ya' til' you make a mistake,
    I can't wait
    Ha, ha, yeah, uh
    G-UnitRaw
  • Yeah, uh, yeah
    I like the way that sound
    NowCheck, n**** ya feelin' like a frog in a jump
    One **** will bring you from the bottom the trunk
    From the trunk to the dump
    I'ma rain on 'em, put the chump a slump
    Like a rib shot
    That's what the customers want
    Don't cha, this ain't the typical story
    Therefore
    I don't fall in the category
    I'm cool calm and collective
    You con'in a
    Lexu****lew chronic for breakfast
    It match with the necklace
    Nines only down til' the rats wanna check this
    Reckless, born treacherous warn specialist
    Especially if you rest next to me
    N**** come testin' me, you get the gun recipe
    These old n****z want the new born sound
    Actin' like they don't know who holdin'
    New York down
    Yeah, I used to buy
    Nick's, ten years later now
    I'm super-fly slick without a roof on my whip, s***
    I sip a hundred proof til'
    I'm ripped
    And wave at the haters who got a root c**** sick
    Tell n****z '
    Like to make a scene' so the llama's close
    That kind of s*** don't fly like mumma jokes
    So they got 'em long-short,
    Old kinda toast
    More out of left s***, trailers all around the coast
    To places you get around by boat,
    I get a pound
    I smokeI put 'em down them ****
    I'm real scope when
    I pass the block,
    I make traffic stop
    A prodigal wave thing that make the apple rot
    This apple jacks, be long before the platinum plaques
    The Pro Tools and the wax
    Take a step back 'fore you catch a contact
    The flows like an
    M-16 with an arm-strap
    I'ma bomb on n****z until they can't bomb back
    The Hiro****ma demeanor, microphone crack
    All of s*** changed since a came
    A lot came 'round here, f***in' up the game
    Therefore
    I ain't servin' nothin' but the pain
    You playin',
    I'm hungry than a mahf***er' mayn'
    Rob a store 'fore you walk around poor'
    Cause you ain't gettin' nothin' from me, you grown more
    You fuelin' up the fire when you hate
    So I'ma lean on ya' til' you make a mistake,
    I can't wait
    Until the curtains close
    It's just me and
    Tony, in them purple
    O'sIndoor overload, drive like
    I own the roads
    These n****z is p*** that's why my shoulders cold
    M by the toted bow,
    I'm ridin' filthy in the
    Beamer'Cause
    I can have
    Lamina Calina bring to a mister meaner
    You drown in deep water, any n**** around come
    From the street corner, where you need your heat on ya
    I'm on the climb while my next
    CD climbs
    South side
    Greedy Dine, red wine,
    DB9, NYPD grind
    Why? It ain't an easy grind
    A n**** try to get mine,
    I'ma feed him nine
    And it's graffiti time, n****az sprayin' ya mural
    For try'na by a motherf***in' hero
    I'm fresh, fly and flashy, best guy if you ask me
    Jet by on the nasty, n**** you in a taxi
    All of s*** changed since a came
    A lot came 'round here, f***in' up the game
    Therefore
    I ain't servin' nothin' but the pain
    You playin',
    I'm hungry than a mahf***er' mayn'
    Rob a store 'fore you walk around poor'
    Cause you ain't gettin' nothin' from me, you grown more
    You fuelin' up the fire when you hate
    So I'ma lean on ya' til' you make a mistake,
    I can't wait
    Ha, ha, yeah, uh
    G-UnitRaw