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Yeah boobs, when you hungry, you either gonna be humble or go crazy I like to do both, feel me I'm off 1, but I'm on 1 also Trying to win the game stop the clock let the ball roll You wanna get popped in they torso in the whip in they face Till they eye and they jaw broke no love for the other side Tricks like Biggy said Ain't a blood but I'm painting the whole city red Get rich or die trying like 50 said Load it up, pop, take that like Diddy said Hit you while you drinking Patron To make the liquor red Told you when I'm up in the zone And it ain't sicker head Couple homies used to be real But then the bread got them I give all of these rappers red bottoms Who want the ones with the Spikes too Not in your shoes, in your face If I don't like you, kill the top 10 on the list Cause I'm a type 2 Then the next 10 on the list If they nice too I clap, I clap, I clap, for them racks on racks on racks And whoever's on top When you come down bring your strap Cause you know I run the bottom Where we let them shits go blattt And when d block hit you up You ain't fucking headed back, yeah it's ghost time Most time nigga more or less American muscle, like them corvettes African hustle, like the greatest In the doorsteps, you might have won some battles Cause we ain't been to war yet, yep You know what it is Poobs They don't, fuck 'em, d block, space phantom, one, hey.<br /> <br /> Thanks to Andrei Thanks to Eastside for correcting these lyrics Thanks to Andy for correcting these lyrics
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