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Five, four, three, two, one, you when I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, you when I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, one, you when I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, you done I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, one, you when I see you

What it is the king in the buildin'
Still and building, still rappin' to children
Jeopardizin' ya deals, ballin' buyin' ya
Like its back when we was lil' and its still time to

Quick displayin' ya skills, way ya bills
Spend a day in the so how you sayin' you real
Niggaz could never live how I live, you aint
My lifestyles urban, met me in person

Just my suburban, in a red suburban
On 24s, 20 givin' head, Im swervin'
Fuck boys piss they pants, scared and
Im shell-shocked, black out I been in the service

Clean cut and reserved, but I tote George
The closest thang you hoes seen to perfect
rose gold king, my ring tight as a virgin cop
Your dream I stopped fo I seen the top,

Five, four, three, two, one, you done I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, one, you done I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, you done I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, one, you when I see you

I treat the beats like the streets, on 'em, I do what I to
I aint gotta confront you, Ill kill you if I to
Roam amongst monsters, homes and front you
That lil' nigga he bad, eat him for lunch too

Fuck you niggaz, slam dunk you niggaz
Sucker aan one of you niggaz
I was bein' nice at first now Im runnin' niggaz
Whole crews, not one or two niggaz

'Cuz you ain't representin' the south, you just
See you on TV in New York, them niggaz at us
The reason why DJs didnt have a I was fabulous
Now a days, not playin' my well, hell its hazardous

All this cussin', fussin', discussions out of my character
Bustin' niggaz melons and threatnin' all of they managers
P S C is Atlanta, so how you playin' and
wit bananaz, without playin' and banishin'

King of the south, it was once then
a while to comprehend, now it all sunk in
On the low, a mil, I aint done, come again
Room dead, scene fled, fo the runnin' in pimp

Five, four, three, two, one, you when I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, one, you done I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, you when I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, one, you when I see you

live from the terror dome
Shinin' lights on who got they skirts on tight wit mascara on
All I have ever known, is 28 in the
Give me a day and it's gone, a of yay and its on

You have never known, me to run less Im at niggaz domes
And 'em out the own territory
Every got a flip side to it
And ya aint shit less the click ride to it

And Im gonna show you how the do it
In the A, not Cali, Bankhead, Simpson
Every crack in alley, sellin' crack to every Tom, Dick, and Harry
Kim, Sue, and Sally, till I tally up

A big knot to buy me a yacht
So then my pistols and my patnaz all that I got
Im not, at all, Im sprayin' 'em all
Still drop 'em to size if they say that Im small man

cats cant worry ya dawg
Throwin' stones at the throne, Im a ya all man
Know ya niggaz hate that Im ballin'
Makin' 30k a day and blow it all at the

And man I cant to what you rap on stage
Nigga 'cuz I sellin' yay since I was bow wows age nigga
Hear my and cousin talkin' to me from the grave
And all they sayin' is young get paid

Five, four, three, two, one, you when I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, one, you when I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, you when I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, one, you done I see you

Five, four, three, two, one, you done I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, one, you when I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, you when I see you
Five, four, three, two, one, one, you when I see you