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I got a hustle that's unmatched, a swag that can't be touched
I got real blood diamonds, snatch the chain, you gon' get bust
Everything I spit be sick, so I done fucked the world up
Got respect across the world, but I don't never get enough
Trigger finger soft as tissue, boy, lil boy, don't call my bluff
I got bitches like delicious, squirt when they catch a nut
I got Polo on my body, red bottoms on my bitch
I got bitches in Milwaukee, Detroit, all the way to Flint
I got kush like Dred, so you know a nigga lit
Came out the pussy 'bout my bid, so I gotta represent
In the cage full of rage, and now it's time to vent
They took Lil Bleek away from me, so now it's time to sin
(Realest nigga out this shit)
I got deals on the table and they talking big ol' money
Time to do some big ol' stunting, hit the ground and keep running
Real shit bad, so won't you hear it now?
Got all my real niggas in Heaven smiling, looking down
This for my niggas in the kitchen, man, who cooking now
Nigga caught that charge, man, I'm sitting in central booking now
Man, they say 2Pac back, I'm the closest, hands down
But I don't rap beef, say something 'bout me, you gon' get laid down
I never switch, I took my lick and I lay down
So many shitted on your boy, but they gon' pay now
Man, I'm the man from East Oakland to Chi-Town
Nothing but Boosie when they ride, when they ride 'round
That crack music, nigga
(I go hard, nigga)
It's so addictive, explicit, contagious
Talk 'bout licking, killing in these streets, I'm so outrageous
I'm an army by myself, I put labels on my back
I put candy on my whip and I put paper on the rat
Got a gift to touch some hearts and I'm gon' thank the man for that
These couple years been hard, but bitch, I'm almost back
I like 'em thick, I like 'em slim, I like 'em just right fine
Like my head slow motion, and look at my eyes
Minor setback for a major comeback, you know I wasn't lying
If I ain't fuck your bitch, you know I wasn't trying
My secret weapon and she top of the line
Learned the business up in prison, I'm on top of my grind
My circle small 'cause half my dogs fight over first degree murder
Ready to get back to the streets and light that first degree purple
Promise my niggas in the pen I was gon' touch and nag a beast
They ain't coming like I'm coming, now the game belong to me
Don't want Bobby by the pound, I don't want Whitney by the key
I just want my seven kids, who mean the world to me
Your girl a freak, she ate my meat, and y'all married, ratchet
No more walking 'round with 50 G's, plastics
Got a Bebe shirt on with her hair done, jazzy
A hundred grand a night, fucking right, I'm still having
Hundred grand a night, hundred grand a night
Hundred grand a night, fucking right, I'm still having
I got real blood diamonds, snatch the chain, you gon' get bust
Everything I spit be sick, so I done fucked the world up
Got respect across the world, but I don't never get enough
Trigger finger soft as tissue, boy, lil boy, don't call my bluff
I got bitches like delicious, squirt when they catch a nut
I got Polo on my body, red bottoms on my bitch
I got bitches in Milwaukee, Detroit, all the way to Flint
I got kush like Dred, so you know a nigga lit
Came out the pussy 'bout my bid, so I gotta represent
In the cage full of rage, and now it's time to vent
They took Lil Bleek away from me, so now it's time to sin
(Realest nigga out this shit)
I got deals on the table and they talking big ol' money
Time to do some big ol' stunting, hit the ground and keep running
Real shit bad, so won't you hear it now?
Got all my real niggas in Heaven smiling, looking down
This for my niggas in the kitchen, man, who cooking now
Nigga caught that charge, man, I'm sitting in central booking now
Man, they say 2Pac back, I'm the closest, hands down
But I don't rap beef, say something 'bout me, you gon' get laid down
I never switch, I took my lick and I lay down
So many shitted on your boy, but they gon' pay now
Man, I'm the man from East Oakland to Chi-Town
Nothing but Boosie when they ride, when they ride 'round
That crack music, nigga
(I go hard, nigga)
It's so addictive, explicit, contagious
Talk 'bout licking, killing in these streets, I'm so outrageous
I'm an army by myself, I put labels on my back
I put candy on my whip and I put paper on the rat
Got a gift to touch some hearts and I'm gon' thank the man for that
These couple years been hard, but bitch, I'm almost back
I like 'em thick, I like 'em slim, I like 'em just right fine
Like my head slow motion, and look at my eyes
Minor setback for a major comeback, you know I wasn't lying
If I ain't fuck your bitch, you know I wasn't trying
My secret weapon and she top of the line
Learned the business up in prison, I'm on top of my grind
My circle small 'cause half my dogs fight over first degree murder
Ready to get back to the streets and light that first degree purple
Promise my niggas in the pen I was gon' touch and nag a beast
They ain't coming like I'm coming, now the game belong to me
Don't want Bobby by the pound, I don't want Whitney by the key
I just want my seven kids, who mean the world to me
Your girl a freak, she ate my meat, and y'all married, ratchet
No more walking 'round with 50 G's, plastics
Got a Bebe shirt on with her hair done, jazzy
A hundred grand a night, fucking right, I'm still having
Hundred grand a night, hundred grand a night
Hundred grand a night, fucking right, I'm still having
⏱️ Synced Lyrics
[00:01.22] I got a hustle that's unmatched, a swag that can't be touched
[00:09.39] I got real blood diamonds, snatch the chain, you gon' get bust
[00:12.53] Everything I spit be sick, so I done fucked the world up
[00:15.65] Got respect across the world, but I don't never get enough
[00:18.84] Trigger finger soft as tissue, boy, lil boy, don't call my bluff
[00:22.08] I got bitches like delicious, squirt when they catch a nut
[00:25.33] I got Polo on my body, red bottoms on my bitch
[00:28.52] I got bitches in Milwaukee, Detroit, all the way to Flint
[00:31.64] I got kush like Dred, so you know a nigga lit
[00:34.60] Came out the pussy 'bout my bid, so I gotta represent
[00:38.08] In the cage full of rage, and now it's time to vent
[00:41.17] They took Lil Bleek away from me, so now it's time to sin
[00:44.32] (Realest nigga out this shit)
[00:50.93] I got deals on the table and they talking big ol' money
[00:54.02] Time to do some big ol' stunting, hit the ground and keep running
[00:57.21] Real shit bad, so won't you hear it now?
[00:59.49] Got all my real niggas in Heaven smiling, looking down
[01:02.61] This for my niggas in the kitchen, man, who cooking now
[01:05.84] Nigga caught that charge, man, I'm sitting in central booking now
[01:09.07] Man, they say 2Pac back, I'm the closest, hands down
[01:12.15] But I don't rap beef, say something 'bout me, you gon' get laid down
[01:15.43] I never switch, I took my lick and I lay down
[01:18.62] So many shitted on your boy, but they gon' pay now
[01:21.88] Man, I'm the man from East Oakland to Chi-Town
[01:25.09] Nothing but Boosie when they ride, when they ride 'round
[01:28.10] That crack music, nigga
[01:29.53] (I go hard, nigga)
[01:35.66] It's so addictive, explicit, contagious
[01:39.16] Talk 'bout licking, killing in these streets, I'm so outrageous
[01:42.19] I'm an army by myself, I put labels on my back
[01:45.22] I put candy on my whip and I put paper on the rat
[01:48.48] Got a gift to touch some hearts and I'm gon' thank the man for that
[01:51.48] These couple years been hard, but bitch, I'm almost back
[01:54.76] I like 'em thick, I like 'em slim, I like 'em just right fine
[01:58.03] Like my head slow motion, and look at my eyes
[02:01.03] Minor setback for a major comeback, you know I wasn't lying
[02:04.24] If I ain't fuck your bitch, you know I wasn't trying
[02:07.47] My secret weapon and she top of the line
[02:10.85] Learned the business up in prison, I'm on top of my grind
[02:13.89] My circle small 'cause half my dogs fight over first degree murder
[02:17.19] Ready to get back to the streets and light that first degree purple
[02:20.23] Promise my niggas in the pen I was gon' touch and nag a beast
[02:23.76] They ain't coming like I'm coming, now the game belong to me
[02:26.80] Don't want Bobby by the pound, I don't want Whitney by the key
[02:30.17] I just want my seven kids, who mean the world to me
[02:33.08] Your girl a freak, she ate my meat, and y'all married, ratchet
[02:36.81] No more walking 'round with 50 G's, plastics
[02:40.07] Got a Bebe shirt on with her hair done, jazzy
[02:42.90] A hundred grand a night, fucking right, I'm still having
[02:46.45] Hundred grand a night, hundred grand a night
[02:49.64] Hundred grand a night, fucking right, I'm still having
[03:18.85]
[00:09.39] I got real blood diamonds, snatch the chain, you gon' get bust
[00:12.53] Everything I spit be sick, so I done fucked the world up
[00:15.65] Got respect across the world, but I don't never get enough
[00:18.84] Trigger finger soft as tissue, boy, lil boy, don't call my bluff
[00:22.08] I got bitches like delicious, squirt when they catch a nut
[00:25.33] I got Polo on my body, red bottoms on my bitch
[00:28.52] I got bitches in Milwaukee, Detroit, all the way to Flint
[00:31.64] I got kush like Dred, so you know a nigga lit
[00:34.60] Came out the pussy 'bout my bid, so I gotta represent
[00:38.08] In the cage full of rage, and now it's time to vent
[00:41.17] They took Lil Bleek away from me, so now it's time to sin
[00:44.32] (Realest nigga out this shit)
[00:50.93] I got deals on the table and they talking big ol' money
[00:54.02] Time to do some big ol' stunting, hit the ground and keep running
[00:57.21] Real shit bad, so won't you hear it now?
[00:59.49] Got all my real niggas in Heaven smiling, looking down
[01:02.61] This for my niggas in the kitchen, man, who cooking now
[01:05.84] Nigga caught that charge, man, I'm sitting in central booking now
[01:09.07] Man, they say 2Pac back, I'm the closest, hands down
[01:12.15] But I don't rap beef, say something 'bout me, you gon' get laid down
[01:15.43] I never switch, I took my lick and I lay down
[01:18.62] So many shitted on your boy, but they gon' pay now
[01:21.88] Man, I'm the man from East Oakland to Chi-Town
[01:25.09] Nothing but Boosie when they ride, when they ride 'round
[01:28.10] That crack music, nigga
[01:29.53] (I go hard, nigga)
[01:35.66] It's so addictive, explicit, contagious
[01:39.16] Talk 'bout licking, killing in these streets, I'm so outrageous
[01:42.19] I'm an army by myself, I put labels on my back
[01:45.22] I put candy on my whip and I put paper on the rat
[01:48.48] Got a gift to touch some hearts and I'm gon' thank the man for that
[01:51.48] These couple years been hard, but bitch, I'm almost back
[01:54.76] I like 'em thick, I like 'em slim, I like 'em just right fine
[01:58.03] Like my head slow motion, and look at my eyes
[02:01.03] Minor setback for a major comeback, you know I wasn't lying
[02:04.24] If I ain't fuck your bitch, you know I wasn't trying
[02:07.47] My secret weapon and she top of the line
[02:10.85] Learned the business up in prison, I'm on top of my grind
[02:13.89] My circle small 'cause half my dogs fight over first degree murder
[02:17.19] Ready to get back to the streets and light that first degree purple
[02:20.23] Promise my niggas in the pen I was gon' touch and nag a beast
[02:23.76] They ain't coming like I'm coming, now the game belong to me
[02:26.80] Don't want Bobby by the pound, I don't want Whitney by the key
[02:30.17] I just want my seven kids, who mean the world to me
[02:33.08] Your girl a freak, she ate my meat, and y'all married, ratchet
[02:36.81] No more walking 'round with 50 G's, plastics
[02:40.07] Got a Bebe shirt on with her hair done, jazzy
[02:42.90] A hundred grand a night, fucking right, I'm still having
[02:46.45] Hundred grand a night, hundred grand a night
[02:49.64] Hundred grand a night, fucking right, I'm still having
[03:18.85]