look nigga aint no nigga fuckin wit me yes thats that young g matter of fact that nigga wit that glock 43/spitt a couple rounds to ya dome that a have u drop to ya knees/nigga please u dont want it shit let them clips catch yo face/hit the street naw i dont think u wanna battle me from the hood to the streets/aint thats nice got cha on bed puttin something on her face the same color as rice the prince/ so hot gotta say it twice the prince so hot gots to be nice/they know fo sho lets battle got u sayin oh naw shit in the im the boss/keep talkin ill send hollows faster than randy moss/got u on the block spittin diana ross/naw matter of fact nigga u whack spittin shit like u will get slap kakakakak u heard the gek/on the block dont let my cuz hit u and have u leakin from yo socks/in my hood we own the block get shot/im like lilwayne the block it hot young nigga cant be stop/going against me will have a hole in ya face the size of a crop pop/lets battle nigga come on uh ohhhhh yup the prince of the south
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when beezy grab the mic bitch it aint nothin but flowing
cause my rhymes so cold bitch u think that its snowing
im leaving bitches wit they stitches
leaving snitches in the dicthes
and genuis i run through bitches like u daily
ill take the shit back like my name was champ bailey
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u really don't want G to come and get u
shooty blow ya back out and split u in two
and if i got dat mack out i'm hittin ya crew
vests won't be an issue bullets rip threw ya tissue
body in chunks like u wuz hit by a missile.............
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