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[Mr. Man (Boobonic)]"Ayyo, let me tell y`all somethin`. We ball like the ballers ball,("We ball.") pimp like the pimpers pimp; ("We pimps.")and when we want, we can take like the takers take.("You want drugs?") `Knaw-mean? Southwest, we get down.("That`s right.") What. Ayyo, check it."Ay, for the most part, I`m smart. Keep birdsI`m the type `get head in the whip, won`t swerve`In the winter rock Timberland boots, long fursUsually if I shot at you niggas, we had wordsAim might be off a little, it`s bad nervesMister, a step above like street curbsM-R D-O-T, somethin` nastyPrice it but ain` gon` cop? Don`t ask meHot as the drop. Cold, my top glassyYou don`t really think I`m grown? Kidnap meUh, respect is all I ask forWit` no problem, spray your AccordI leave you face down, dead on your dashboardSixteen shots in your front left doorthen I spent off, wipe my fingerprints offRob pass the creep. Man, that scene get tossedPlayin` ketchup/catch-up got you lost on the sauceYou ain`t nothin` but crack, I supply all rawlike them cars you saw bounce on CrenshawTell them Boyz in your Hood the same goes for y`all. What?![T-Mix]That`s how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolkDon`t do the same dumb shit that got him smokedMan, you know it`s real when the gun go. (Gun shot)Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, better let it goThat`s how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolkDon`t do the same dumb shit that got him smokedMan, you know it`s real when the gun go. (Gun shot)Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, better let it go[Boobonic]Yo, again it`s Boobonic. Shit, I leave a thug wetTrust me when I tell ya, you ain`t seen blood yetLayin` on the deck, blood pressure gettin` lowand it`s fucked up because you was never gettin` dough`Young boy, who you talkin` to?` Then I bust himSonny, talkin` to C. I love you but can`t trust youIt`s me and Mister, `s like A.C. and O.J.:everybody know we all about that all dayTell ya again, don`t fuck wit` A. Jones,kill you while you talkin` to broads on pay phonesSick flow, I know how to get dough. ("Yeah.")Ski mask outta ya house and get lowI don`t see you when you talk? That`s invisible threatsSee Boo iced out in invisible setsNiggas must think that I`m outta my mindlike I`m out in the streets without the nineCome on, use your brain before I put `em on the floorOne shot, I bet you won`t walk no moreReason why, you went sick-up crazyNow your mom over top of you like `Get up, baby!`But not today, he gone and that`s thatI`ma put it on wax in fact and that`s rapLet it go. Uh. Mister Man, BoobonicUh. You ain`t ready, nigga[T-Mix]That`s how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolkDon`t do the same dumb shit that got him smokedMan, you know it`s real when the gun go. (Gun shot)Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, better let it goThat`s how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolkDon`t do the same dumb shit that got him smokedMan, you know it`s real when the gun go. (Gun shot)Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, better let it go[Mr. Man]Who keep the hot block? ("Mister.") Hot glock? ("Mister.")Call the cops tryin` to snitch on... ("Mister.")Big chips? ("Mister.") Nice whips? ("Mister.")Big dick? ("Mister.") Fuck yo` sisterBitch you call, she call to talk about MisterWhole time, thinkin` it was all about rapknowin` I`ma playa. How the fuck you think that?Compare a brick of raw to an ounce just of crack[Boobonic]You can catch me in your bitch ear sayin` I`m fuckin` niceat the bar. Cristal and a bucket of iceYou can catch a nigga lookin` at me, mad `cause I`m eatin`Type: crack on my bitch just to tell her I`m cheatin`. ("Sucka.")I talk that shit and walk it like beat cops`Bonic all over it soon as the beat dropsIt`s Most Wanted; them niggas that got the street hot,crushin` all y`all niggas that pray that we flopShit I spit, wellOut in Cali in a four-point-six tippin` richter scales. ("Get it?")The new lever, did more than you everReal niggas hate when we spill, we too clever[T-Mix]That`s how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolkDon`t do the same dumb shit that got him smokedMan, you know it`s real when the gun go. (Gun shot)Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, better let it goThat`s how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolkDon`t do the same dumb shit that got him smokedMan, you know it`s real when the gun go. (Gun shot)Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, better let it goThat`s how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolkDon`t do the same dumb shit that got him smokedMan, you know it`s real when the gun go. (Gun shot)Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, better let it goThat`s how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolkDon`t do the same dumb shit that got him smokedMan, you know it`s real when the gun go. (Gun shot)Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, better let it goThat`s how the game go. Young blood, ask your kinfolkDon`t do the same dumb shit that got him smokedMan, you know it`s real when the gun go. (Gun shot)Pay for no respect. Mothafucka, better let it go.

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