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Are you a gun busting nigga? (Buh-Buh-Buh-Buh) Are you a bitch baggin nigga? (Whu-Whu-Whu-Whu) You got ice and ya chain and ya chong wit your Rolly on, Not just any Rolly but you bought the most expensive one. Hey take ya car keys*Jingle Jingle* to ya class E Big body be for your CD on ya DVD For ya T.V in ya head beats In ya back seat (Haha) Yall think I'm mean Runnin round talking bout the shit that you talking bout How you the drug game sewed up and locked down John Gotti got life and I'm sure he never told nobody Boy lets put on an album so the fuckin feds could buy it You should be shouting out them bodies you buried Nine millimeters in Tex and dem AK47's Illegal weapon you talking bout you snuck in the club You got so many guns Tell me why you rapping stead of getting robbed I got two more verses for (huh) this ain't just to an individual person These questions here for all of ya
(Hook x1) I can write a song with out ice, bitches, and cars, can u mutha fuckas do dat (DO DAT) I can blaze a track with out bustin a gat at a cat, can u mutha fuckas do dat (DO DAT)
(Chorus x2) Yoouuu gon' have to change up all yo shit in a little bit When the radios in the club get to pumpin dis And they start to finding out what what rappin really is
Now that you know what the song about Yall probably cussin me out You gonna listen to it anyhow Lets talk about somebody Eskimo Rentin they jewelry from Jacob And don't let me know You got a platinum piece But your chain is plain right gone(?) After the video it gotsta go back to the sto' That's Crazy Talkin bout some shit you don't own Oughta be ashamed of yourself Yo don't they call that frontin holmes? You ain't Jigga, Nigga Nor can you spin like puff And got a cash money deal So what's your big willy talk for? I get so excited man Your track got me leapin Then you start rhyming and *Yawn* I get sleepy
(Chorus x1) (Hook x1)
It's a sad situation Record name buggin out Cuz they star artist done ran out of shit to talk about Whoa Yeah that's crazy And you think about it baby Only thing that changed in yo rhyme Was ya day "2000" Oh that shit is hot Put that on the album You heard it with my man Kick that shit (??) Loud and proud Nigga swear he be throwin down Arthur lose his voice every time he opens his mouth I oughta hold up a signs and boycott they ass right No more muthafuckin sound alikes Sounded like (Mobb Deep!) Sounded like (Jay-Z!) Sounded like (B.I.G.!) And we don't need no more please!