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[Intro 1: Young M.A
Yo, bro, I think I had too much Hennessy, man
This Hennessy gettin' to me
I ain't gonna lie, I'm a little smizz
I'm a little drizz
But we in the club, man
OOOUUU

Yeah they hate but they broke though (But they broke though)
And when it's time to pop they a no-show (Where they at?)
Yeah, I'm pretty but I'm loco (Yeah, I'm loco)
The loud got me movin' slow-mo
Ayo, Tweetie, where the hoes, bro? (Where the hoes, bro?)
Ayo, Keys, where the hoes though? (Yo, where the hoes though?)
That other n***a, he a bozo (He a bozo)
It's M.A, you don't know ho? (You don't know ho?)
We got liquor by the boatload (That Henny)
Disrespect the Lyfe, that's a no-no (That's a no-no)
All my n***as dressed in that rojo (Redlyfe)
I ride for my guys, that's the bro code (That's the bro

pu**y
You's a b*t*h ass n***a, n***a
Never did nothing in your f**king life
What's your resume, you's a male stripper n***a
None of the real n***as in Cali f**k with you n***a
You know I'm plugged in and you know who this is talking pu**y
You always showed me the utmost respect n***a
You's a b*t*h n***a
Never did nothing in your life how dare you play with n***as like us
What the f**k is your resume?

Its Osama Twin Llamas and I'ma f**k around
Why you worried about Meek? Sit your gay ass down
Actin' like you that n***a when you a f**kin' clown
You wanna rumble? I got the 30 on me right now
Swing a punch, bop, bop, you goin' right down
Barkin' up the wrong tree, it's time to bite now
Ain't no more coppin' pleas, it's on sight now
Trigger finger itchin', f**k the wait, strike now

I can never lose, chess or checkers make a move
Drippin' in them jewels like I just got out the pool
Skinny n***a sittin' on that money like the jews
Only time we make it to the TV if it's the news
We was tryna make it out them trenches, you dig?
Young n***as trappin' out them benches, you dig?
You gon' be a felon or a witness, you dig?
All this money, murderin' is senseless, it is

All rats gotta die though
In New York, Quad Studios, gettin' high though
Off that sour diesel and that hydro
This n***a take an L every time he go viral
Welcome to the West, and this ain't The Life of Pablo
Stay on that bullsh*t it's gon' start to feel like Chicago
Keep it one hunnid, you Nicki Minaj sideshow
Still chasin' dreams, I made "Dreams" in '05 though

The n***a Hov gave you the game, you ain't soak it
You was s'posed to throw up the Roc, not smoke it

You ain't got the answers, man! You ain't got the answers! (Kanye…) You ain't got the answers! You ain't got the answers, Sway! I've been doin' this more than you!
n***as ain't got the answers for me
You shoulda went and got A.I., left Beans

These haters on my d**k p*ss em off
Take a pic with his b*t*h flick him off
These rappers trying to steal my swag get the sauce
They sold they soul for a loan n***as lost
I was lit like a new torch,streets was my new sport
Belt buckle double g's like two forks
Was drug dealing freakin balling like I'm Too $hort
Was serving n***as in the mall like a food court

I heard they hatin' on the Coke Boy
Since Chinx die I ain't even trust the popo
Watch blue face, got it in the chokehold
I be the new Ma$e, I kill 'em with the slow flow
Han, like I ain't got the recipe
Watchin' Love & Basketball, Sanaa next to me
Ooouuu, and a model next to me
Hah, call her Santiago, I call her Stephanie
Puff told me "get that money French"
Stay close, watch my moves, make 100 quick

Yeah, they hate, but them hoes know
Remy got the city in a chokehold
I got the slammer by my chooch, yo
It shoot from anywhere; that's a GoPro
Ayo, TT, where them hoes go?
They scared to death for my solo
Quick to smack a hoe, even Joe know
Been doing that since he was spittin' "Flow Joe"
Y'all f**k for free, that pu**y promo
Jermaine Dupri; your whole career is so-so

Fresh up off a tour, I'm in grind mode
Walk in new Chanels, where you find those?
And I can count a million with my eyes closed
And quit postin that b*t*h n***a to my hoes
n***as own they jewelry and they lease it
n***as getting too high, they out here tweaking
And I still get head from a chubby chick
And every now and then I hit an ugly b*t*h

OOOUUU, OOOUUU
These haters on my body, shake 'em off
OOOUUU, OOOUUU
When the rats start snitching break em off!

pu**y n***a! (Mumbles)
I got on gold headphones, gold chain
Gold on my wrist, aim (Mumbles)
If you ain't getting money, boy, you lame
pu**y
This ain't about East or West neither n***a
Its about n***as and b*t*hes, power and money
Riders and punks
n***a you been a b*t*h n***a
You don't do nothing that we do n***a
You don't get down like we do
We applying pressure on you b*t*h ass n***a
You know what I'm saying
n***as already know man Tak, Bossilini, a underboss
Beanie Sigel
One phone call I'm in LA in three hours
The bully, please don't bring me out of retirement
Aye Mac chill let me do my thing I got him

You rat b*st*rd!

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