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[Baby]
For sure, lil` one
Off top, playboy
Look here
These lil` young jive motherfuckers just jumpin` off the porch
[B.G.]
Let me at `em
[Baby]
Better catch they motherfuckin` cut, nigga
Look, this block is mine
And I don`t need these niggas playin` with our hoes
`Cause they`re my hoes (say, playboy)
I done fucked the whole block already, ya understand
[B.G.]
We don`t even want you comin` `round no more
[Baby]
Bitch-ass nigga, catch your cut
We got this shit, wodie
[B.G.]
Gotta hustle
{verse 1}
[Baby (B.G.)]
Back where I started on my set in black (Uh-huh)
Hopped out the passenger side of my `Lac (Then what?)
Under my nuts was two ounces of crack (Yeah?)
My lil` nigga, Geezy, say he needed a stack (For sure)
Fronted my lil` wodie a ounce of crack
The bricks look the same, but them youngsters be strapped
From snortin` dope smokin` momo`s, and jackin`
Old folks scared that`s why they be snappin` (What?)
callin the law, look-a-who`n and rattin`
I told the young nigga to learn to mack
Pop in a Too $hort tape
[B.G.]
`Born to Mack`
[Baby (B.G.)]
We hard-headed head bustas
We don`t give a fuck - untamed motherfuckers
Jumped off the porch as a young motherfucker (What?)
My momma`s dead (what)
My daddy`s dead (What?)
My brother`s a dope fiend, I`m duckin` the Fed (You lyin`)
Word got around that a nigga was paid (Yeah?)
Supplied the whole uptown - word was said (Yeah?)
With quarters and halves (Yeah?), chickens and bricks (Yeah?)
Bundles of dope and ounces and shit
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