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点击复制This rap sh*t plays a major part of my life
So if you jeapordize it I got the right
To send a mothaf**ka at you tonight
G Unit
And I ain't stoppin' to my clique poppin'
Swimmin' in barrels of money
Ma could walk around wit' a head up
And challenge you dummy
It's funny
Niggas rather see you sufferin' and hungry
I'm hungry as hell
Skatin' with another ni**a's money
Take your hats off
You know you ain't that tough
I'm callin' your bets off as soon as you act up
You know what I came for
It isn't the game ball
Artillary that's about as long as a chainsaw
By the way this feels like I'm dreamin'
Forty cal under my pillow
Condom feelin' my semen
The physical presence of a female form of a demon
That's why I f**k 'em and leave 'em
Get my nut while I'm breathin'
'Cause they thought they'd catch me slippin'
Now I'm duckin' and trippin'
That's a thousand dollar outfit
What the f**k is you rippin'
You trippin'
More records could get my a** in position
Death wish for no religion
Whether Catholic or Christian
Listen I went through my ambition in
And out the kitchen
With probable cause it's probably sendin'
Out to prison
You got soldiers
But you still gotta respect ours
We got more four five's
And nines than a deck of cards
Take me out the 'hood
But can't take the 'hood out me
'Cause what
'Cause I'm ghetto I'm ghetto
Niggas hate when you do good
But when you broke your friends and your enemies
They love you they love you
Cheche get the llello
Picture me being crack out of town trips on the trail
Cheche get the Yayo
Picture me being crack
You can sift me cut me
I'll turn you to a junkie
I'm the number one seller
In the whole f**kin' country
Wallstreet niggas
They cop me on the low
White boys don't call me coke
They call me blow
It's time to go on the bus
The train the plane
I'll smuggle I'm nothin' but trouble
I'll make your money double
Cook me in baking soda
I'll turn your Hooprock into a new Range Rover
I'll pay all your bills and fill your 'frigerator
Feed your family
Turn your man into a hater
Put me in your doorpanels or your stashbox
Put me in your Nik's
Timbs or Reeboks
If you cop three and a half you hustlin' backwards
Cop a hundred grams
You movin' forwards
You tryin' to move more birds
In PA all day on the corner of Third
You can take me out the 'hood
But can't take the 'hood out me
What
'Cause I'm ghetto I'm ghetto
Picture me polishin' pistols
I'm comin' to get you
The shells hit you you screamin'
Think I'm playin' I mean it
Man I done bought all these pistols
Let's get it poppin'
Start wavin' my emboies shell cases get the droppin'
C'mon
Like if it's down the corner
I got too much pride to hide
I'm outside
Gun in my pocket just stunnin' I'm stoppin'
I'm dyin' to pop it
I'm young and I'm restless
You know my contestants
As the world turns
There's lessons to be learned
Count all my blessin's
Clean up my weapons
I'm ready for war
The strong survive
The weak will parish
I told you before
Hoes they compliment me now like
50 nice chain
Malasio twenty grand in chips at a dice game
Burn out can't stop gotta watch MTV
Bet ni**a you see me
I wonder if you mad 'cause I'm doin' good
Or 'cause niggas feelin' me
More than you in your own 'hood
And it hurts 'cause you love 'em
And they don't love you back
'Cause they know you just rappin'
And you don't bust a gat
You p**sy
Yeah explain it to niggas in your hood ni**a
They know you f**kin' frontin' ni**a
Talkin' like gangstas on a record
I see you ni**a
Niggas know me ni**a
Ask around in my 'hood ni**a
Read the Daily News ni**a
You see them talkin' about me ni**a
I'm in the middle of all kinds of sh*t
P**sy let's get it poppin'
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