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n*ggas in my faction don't like askin' questions Strictly gun-testin', coke-measurin' Givin' pleasure in the Benz-ito Hittin' fanny, spendin' chips at Manny's Hope you creeps got receipts, my peeps get dirty like cleats Run up in your crib, wrap you in your Polo sheets Six up in your wig-piece, n*gga decease Muah, may you rest in peace With my Sycamore style, more sicker than yours Four-four and fifty-four draw As my pilot, steers my Lear; yes, my dear sh*t's official, only the Feds I fear Here's a tissue, stop your bloodclaat cryin' The kids, the dog, everybody dyin', no lyin' So don't you get suspicious I'm Big Dangerous, you're just a Lil Vicious As I leave my competition, respirator style Climb the ladder to success escalator style Hold y'all breath, I told y'all Death controls y'all, Big don't fold y'all, uhh I spit phrases that'll thrill you You're nobody 'til somebody kills you You ain't nobody, get smashed by the drop top 'Cause you got the wrong colors on the wrong block Nobody, see, you can run but you can't hide 'Cause the rebel boy won't be denied You ain't nobody, here today, gone tomorrow Lights out, I don't care who you are You ain't nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody Nobody, no, you're just a memory 6 in the morning, feds at my door Grab your guns and hide the work, we're going to war Did the landlord flip and lose her mind? It's got to be her that dropped the dime b*tch, please, 6 G's, every month, cold cash You done f*cked around and got a n*gga dipping in the stash If I'ma catch a case, you gon' have to catch me fast But how you gon' do that floatin' in the blood bath? Hold on, I hear the helicopters comin' See, it's a hundred cops, they runnin' They got the dogs and the warrant for my arrest But they just don't know that I'm a hard pimp to catch I wipe my finger prints off of the safe, hell I strike a match and burn this whole f*cking place down You ain't nobody, get smashed by the drop top 'Cause you got the wrong colors on the wrong block Nobody, see, you can run but you can't hide 'Cause the rebel boy won't be denied You ain't nobody, here today, gone tomorrow Lights out, I don't care who you are You ain't nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody Nobody, no, you're just a memory You can be the sh*t, flash the fattest five (that's right) Have the biggest di*k, but when your shell get hit (Ha) You ain't worth spit, just a memory Remember he used to push the champagne Range (I 'member that) Silly cat, wore suede in the rain Swear he put the G in game, had the Gucci frame Before Dana Dane, thought he ran with Kane I can't recall his name (What was his name?), you mean that kid That nearly lost half his brain over two bricks of cocaine? Gettin' his di*k sucked by Crackhead Lorraine? A f*ckin' shame, duke's a lame, what's his name? Dark-skin Jermaine, see what I mean? You ain't nobody, get smashed by the drop top 'Cause you got the wrong colors on the wrong block Nobody, see, you can run but you can't hide 'Cause the rebel boy won't be denied You ain't nobody, here today, gone tomorrow Lights out, I don't care who you are You ain't nobody, nobody, nobody, nobody Nobody, no, you're just a memory
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