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| Lyrics Submitted By: Joe |
| I had thought i heard u laughin, talkin trash |
| Bitch, whats happenin |
| Start shit but dont take it |
| Pull it out, put it on your ass |
| Some of y'all niggaz still got the game fucked up this year |
| But I ain't gonna have it |
| Tryna talk about anotha muthafucka on a record |
| And the bitch aint got no cabbage |
| Hopin somebody can tell me whats wrong with this picture |
| Dont think you can put out whateva you want |
| And I aint gonna come back in the bitch and come getcha |
| Imma find out where ya hang at |
| Where ya old lady live and what time you be there |
| Go scope out ya ride |
| Follow ya to work and bring that heat |
| Duck and whooo! from this fuckin fool |
| Monkey see, monkey do nigga |
| So you cant be the man right chea too |
| Theres none afta this |
| Not anotha livin M.C. as hazardous |
| And as talented and handsome, ghetto fabulous |
| Keep em off my back |
| Wheneva they comin I bring that double |
| In a minute y'all niggaz dont show no love |
| Its gonna be trouble |
| These niggaz here get ya name bent |
| Washed up anybody yall sent |
| Gotta watch these niggaz, they get outta line |
| I put em in they place every time they nut up |
| Gotta stop em from spreadin them lies |
| Bust em in they mouth and make em shut up |
| Get up! Come here! |
| Neva seen me cut up, ya must not be from here |
| Im four and none here |
| Dont have me to bring up the shit I've done here |
| Reach blazin temperatures |
| So please come wit ya sun gear |
| Whoop the sleeves off of muthafuckas that try to run in here |
| Serious look on my face |
| And a boot in my mouth and balled up fists |
| These niggaz dont want my trouble |
| But its too late for em, gotta accept this shit |
| Chorus: |
| (Tryna sound like me) |
| U would if U could nigga |
| (Tryna be like me) |
| U would if U could nigga |
| U would if U could nigga |
| (You wanna do what I do?) |
| U would if U could nigga |
| U would if U could nigga |
| (You wanna take my style?) |
| U would if U could nigga |
| U would, but U cant, so U aint! |
| From the moment that i slid in the door |
| They know I'm back cuz you can hear it in the floor |
| But afta I rap bitches aint feelin it nomore |
| Wanna talk that shit, betta kno what to come with |
| If you jump in the water |
| Then ya ass betta throw up before i start ballin |
| And if you eva fuck with what I be recording |
| Imma flush you down the toilet |
| And if you eva come at me wrong with a mike |
| Imma throw you in the gutter |
| I cant be scared these niggaz |
| And they disrespect me cuz im from New Orleans |
| We dont play that shit |
| When these niggaz and they really want me to get started |
| Make it painful cuz I dont think so |
| I be bustin til I cant |
| Thats what I where that tank for |
| Hittin with the speed of Roy Jones Jr. |
| And the strength of Iron Mike Tyson |
| Triflin, exciting, well precise |
| And I gotta let em know that I still been right |
| You talk on me strong |
| Just cuz I'm rich dont mean that it dont sound hungry |
| Count if you wanna |
| Hope you think cuz you little I wont jump on ya |
| You betta remember that |
| When you be droppin that bullshit |
| You lucky I'm in a good mood right now |
| But I'm lettin you know how it could get |
| If I was the preacher |
| Yall niggaz would run when I step off the pulpit |
| If I was you I'd leave me alone |
| Cuz bitch I aint nothin to fool with |
| But if it is on ya mind |
| You got somethin to prove, then go head and do it |
| I get so vivid |
| I wouldnt be able to make a better picture if I could |
| You understand my platinum |
| Then fuck up my raps, semi tracks |
| No matter wheter kickin a verse or smokin a sack |
| I'll fuck over you, yea |
| I'm makin a habit of hurtin they head and bustin they ass |
| Fuckin they woman and takin they spotlight, makin em mad |
| Repeat Chorus |
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