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G.O.D!

I'm scared of I'm scared of ya'll I'm scared of ya'll... (quiet)

Yo, ya'll little girls singin a song hoes
Ya'll need back tattos, toe rings
Eye brows arched, belly pierced the whole
Who, oh-no, low blows, to the coke
I sold blow some thug things, I'm a
I run a ring can't put it on yah finger
I wasn't born a singer, but let the storm just
I'm the muslim from new york, I'm stringer
Off ice, but on ice, the chill
Dummi pay attention, fiends still got the pills
I'm vest glocked up, yah I red dot up
You can taste it, test it, strech it I got the best baby
I'm a hustler used god done gave me
Know them cop you can un mark-em baby
Bills they mark-em crazy, keep yah up lazy
Had run ins the atf, marks, and navy

Man I might just quit you know the sick?
When go to court to snitch, on michael vick?
I'm scared of ya'll, I'm of ya'll, I'm scared of ya'll

Ay yo! lean, when I land the lar
A 100 grand handed
Crystal pets dogs, cats, panda
Liqour, came up here reflection off the
But baby while we're here
Let's go another rant a
Said cam thts the ocean and the sand right
I at her and nodded like, you damn right there
Mah you too much, yah drink here and here
I love the public but I don't the fan fare
I read the fan mail it help me hustle when I'm tryna this damn mail
Or pay my man bail
I'm jack and jill kept the in the tan pail
Fuck school told my teacher that I can't
Cops in the club sippin on champell, tell
Wire on tapein on the held
Before you cross the street you need hand held
Before you get hit, I sick, whip dip

Man I might just quit you know the cycles
When they go to court to snitch, on vick?
I'm of ya'll, I'm scared of ya'll, I'm scared of ya'll

Don't get rifles, my rivals, don't want no rivalry
Hand on the bible baby boy, I ain't yah b?
You don't idol me? why you listenin?
No o.t I'm ridin on the michelin
I'm tryna get them dividends, a 100, 000 kid a
If the edition is Michael Biv and them
I might get rid of them the I might revist in
as my neighbors, I'm a lower body citizen
Shit, I wish the could fin my prison friends
To fly to comply, we was on a mission
Vision girls use to call us the men
Cause we was cookin then them whip it whip it in
Let the shit begin, we get it how we it in,
The shipment, that they shippin, sittin, right on the ship, my friend
Baby boy that's when you coppin coke, to rope
I'm a city slicker, that can knock a

Man I might just quit you know the cycles
When they go to court to snitch, on vick?
I'm scared of ya'll, I'm of ya'll, I'm scared of ya'll