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    Yea, Its bout to get real hard for these niggas to move man
    Somebody get these niggas some wheelchairs or somethin

    Goin to war is still a scary issue
    But in my hood they train to kill wit every pistol
    Like they military issue
    Guess you a star if you sell a million every disc two
    Catch a gun case and bounce and still they'll barely frisk you
    Cuz, I proved I move the retail
    Make the smoothest grooves wit female
    And I remove the rules on V12's
    You aint never seen it move this smooth on sprewell's
    I'm a hustler, you just a middle man to me
    The way I pass the rock could make Jason Kidd a fan of me
    Just cop one joint, I'm a one point somethin
    Still I'll have you at gunpoint, with one joint dumpin
    So watch what you say to them crackers
    Ill put a couple G's on yer head like you play for the Packers
    I'm rap's Labron James, I quickly see baskets
    These scrubs wouldn't make it to the Mickey-D's classics
    You got some sticky weed? Pass it
    If not put it out, im pushin it before they put it out
    Wit the dash, wooded out, Shaq O'Neal footed out
    Blastin a (?) get it first, before they put it out, Clue!

    Yea, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

    Maybe wouldn't be a million kids wit they faces on containers
    If cops pursue the same way they chase us entertainers
    In the hood, a few big faces and a chain a-
    Get metal in ya mouth like braces and retainers
    Even the young bucks be scheming on somebody change
    Tryin a sell somebody 'cain, before they even potty trained
    You can smooth talk your way into a hottie brain
    Have her suckin long enough to leave a nigga body drained
    I wasn't taught, I learned from watchin stupid people
    That'll run up shootin, in front of a group of people
    I lay in a cut, the same way the troopers peep you
    Ride up on yer coupe and creep you while you let a groupie deep you
    Cuz even if you reppin like a man of skill
    You gon' still need a weapon when you layin a deal
    One for watch you slippin like you steppin banana pills
    Think a nigga ain't gon' pull a weapon cuz you scanned a mil? (what)
    I crept in and got handed meals
    Now the white and black rides look like salt and pepper on the bannon grill
    Think I wouldn't hold a Pepsi in my hand for mils?
    You must be fuckin stupid, nigga

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