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What kind of nigga always run his mouth a hoe? his jaw got a battery, this nigga always know Who got robbed, got shot, who got put on invited you and still you got up in the spot
Me, I'm not a witness, keep my distance, mind my You, somebody talk, you in they like a dentist We keep it gangsta, mommas love it 'cause they it's real UGK, we keeps it real, mobbin' through the field
Big Ball, Fatboy, unload heat when my brain You for it, images without no connect pills We keep it crunk and real niggaz know the deal We Bad Boys, anywhere we at we smoke and
You try to stop it, get yo' shit up in twenty pieces We roll deep in brand new vehicles wit secret Game preachers move yo' for you mamasitas We players on the field, niggaz in them bleachers
You talkin' behind my back (Uh) You done shot off Fifty, four or twenty sack, you done off nigga If you fly and got a gun (Uh) When the come, you run (Uh) You know you just done, you done shot off nigga
You talkin' down behind my (Uh) You done shot off Fifty, four or twenty sack, you shot off nigga If you fly and got a gun (Uh) the drama come, you run (Uh) You know what you done, you done shot off nigga
Man, come on now, you done shot off like Mike Davis Lost a or his tight-ass shirt when the button pop off You standin' snowin' you got yo' shoes and socks on Who holds the key? No fucking 'bout it, I the lock off
I grew the top off, the comma, period, dot off And ran on wit it and broke you a lot off I'm hot and startin' to boil, don't turn the pot off You just affected wit it, pimpin' yo, get yo' off
Release some pressure, all that cryin' and wipe yo' snot off Excuses you be usin' for losin' cheap as hot sauce Earn yo' position, stop because you not boss MJG, tight, I'm movin' yo' spot off
And I don't reach, stoppin' yo' plans, yo' plot off I go and I don't sheave and I'm not off And livin' on the rebellin' I'm never dropped off Like Aaron Hall, be afraid, bitch, call the cops off
You talkin' down my back (Uh) You done shot off Fifty, or twenty sack, you done shot off nigga If you fly and got a gun (Uh) When the come, you run (Uh) You know what you just done, you done off nigga
You talkin' down behind my (Uh) You done off nigga Fifty, four or twenty sack, you done off nigga If you fly and got a gun (Uh) the drama come, you run (Uh) You what you just done, you done shot off nigga
Now you can check yo' ego at the do' or let The unfold and check my rap sheet, bitch I'm almost ten million sold, I'm only rappin' I want to I got plaques, needless to say, my favorite told me to get on this track and so I did it
Quickly my sixteen down and spit it By the end of the verse say, once again, Ludacris, sit it Then I'll wipe this wit yo' face and put yo' in the trash My whole is like my video, I'm showin' my ass
I keeps it, "Gangsta, gangsta!", shooters and Until you shot off motherfuckers, I'm a thank you, you Runnin' yo' mouth behind my until you run out of time but At least yo' talkin' let's me know millions stay on yo' mind
It ain't nothin' wrong wit tell em grabbin' the thang And then I put it to yo' brain and change You ever hope fo' wit the .44 be fallin' back and yacht Is what I'm steady thinkin' 'bout these pigs chasin' I'm 'bout to home the bacon
You talkin' down behind my (Uh) You done shot off Fifty, four or twenty sack, you done off nigga If you fly and got a gun (Uh) the drama come, you run (Uh) You what you just done, you done shot off nigga
You talkin' down my back (Uh) You shot off nigga Fifty, four or twenty sack, you done shot off If you fly and got a gun (Uh) the drama come, you run (Uh) You know what you just done, you done off nigga
You talkin' down my back (Uh) You shot off nigga Fifty, four or twenty sack, you done shot off If you fly and got a gun (Uh) the drama come, you run (Uh) You know what you done, you done shot off nigga
You talkin' down my back (Uh) You done shot off Fifty, four or twenty sack, you shot off nigga If you fly and got a gun (Uh) the drama come, you run (Uh) You know what you just done, you done off nigga