Hey, hey, baby, honey what's wrong with you? Hey, now baby, honey what's wrong with you? Well, now don't treat me, baby, like you used to do. Well you
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' and shootin'? Yo, it's that same nigga It was make money money take money money what? Make money money take money money what? Make money money take money money what
me what it is you see in me Could you tell me what you see? What makes a nigga think he can bite my shit And call his shit original? What's worse, telling
's real rap verbally peelin' cats off da map Turf shake 16 bars of earthquake If I do the whole song boom, it's Vietnam You see it wrong, so I'ma gone
your back Grooving to hard to my mack attack It's really not easy, you know it's hard Sort of just like my gangster car You know what I mean, Vern? It's
amybe ya back Grooving too hard on my mack attack It's really not easy, ya know it's hard Sorta just like my gangsta car Ya know What I mean, Vern? It's
boy you don't be talkin back" "That ain't right though." "I SAID you don't talk back to me son, WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?" "Yeah but that's my mom though
and spit at the ganstas What up gotti were in this little war you pushed on Put your ear to the drama for stucky and bush stones What's wrong? didn
let loose and spit at the ganstas what up gotti were in this little war you pushed on put your ear to the drama for stucky and bush stones what's wrong
to the kid like this was home base Or a marathon I let you set your own pace Your own space and the beautiful struggle Now baby tell what's it gonna
rollin' in my 500 Benz I got no love for these niggaz, there's no need to be friends They got me under surveillance, that's what somebody be tellin' Know there's
plan ma then ma I'll get that off ya Look what I bought ya Mami you can keep that You can find me in the B's where the G's at Give me some feed backs
I got no love for these niggaz, there's no need to be friends They got me under surveillance, that's what somebody be tellin Know there's dope bein sold
