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[Intro]Hey yo, dogs, for real?I`m yo` man but you got the address upCuz now you got chicks talk` "What the fuck""What the fuck", "what the fuck"[Mase]You know somebody swung on me & cut me?(Come on come on come on)You know somebody pulled a gun on me or robbed me?(Come on come on come on)Is they stoppin` my money? (Hell no)(Come on come on come on)Then it ain`t no problem here(Come on come on come on)C`mon I ain`t wit that man(Yeah, what, what)Just throw my B back onYo, yo, yoYou know my mission ain`t complete`Till I hit the city with a 600 JeepHardest nigga from All Out you wanna meetHash in the dash with heat under the seatChased Kate 52 states straightBut still ain`t nothin` sweetI took a year off to let the young nigga`s eatEverybody wit` me want bucksWalk around platinum linked upWith money like Brink trucksShit get too hot? Puff, put the minks upCome back in the summertime like fuck it, it`s summertimeAll Out tattoo`s over wife beatersGet mail Branson, never buy reeferBentley five seater, it`s all for realFirst rapper to close down a mall with a mil`The clothes, the hoes, the cars that flauntPlus the money so I`m on nigga oneTalk to me1 - [Total] If you don`t fuck with me Like I don`t fuck with you It ain`t much for us to talk about Cuz you don`t fuck with me (Yo, yo, yo, yo) And you know I don`t fuck with you So all I can say (uh uh) Is stay out my way[Mase]Don`t take much to wake up, taped upFuck the district, I live in JacobHit a nigga, bitch nigga, kiss and made upSee me without Puff, try to get your weight up, uhAin`t nuttin` between you and meAnd on the real, nuttin` you could do wit meI got cash that`ll fund your leaveYou`ll pull that hoodie over your headAnd put five in your CeasarDoubt me now and die a believerRun and catch bullets like a wide receiverWhen the war`s on, put your gloves and your Gore`s onTeflon hard hat nigga, put it all onBeef no more that`s what other nigga`s forI got a fam` that love to go to warLove to get locked up, love pickin` the odds upLove not comin` home, love to be boxed upI`m from a town where kids could pop upLittle punks in garbage bags, body all chopped upI`ll come and run your block, knowin` you got popped upArms are rocked up, Bentley wit` the top upUh, you don`t stop, come on Repeat 1 while:What, what, whatYeah yeah yeah what what whatYou don`t like me nigga? (What the fuck?)You wanna fight me nigga? (Huh? huh?)Stop frontin` nigga (You frontin` nigga)Uh[Mase]Yo, one, two, three, fourEverybody on the floorYou see grams, I`mma see cratersBy the time you see land I`mma see acresDrop another CD just to see paperAnd before you see me you`ll see the makerAll I see is more chances, more advancesMore houses, no spouses, more beachesWild thugs around me and no leechin`When they gun`s out playa, there`ll be no reachin`Ballin` in Dirty South wit` no creasesAnd all I see is more F-in` iced out Jesus piecesThe rock over Sean John fleeces

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