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Armed and dangerous, call the lawStick to the script, no audibleCountry ass nigga with an AudemarCan't spell the shit but I order moreFrench hoes treat me like Charles De GaulleGet good head on the AutobahnHit hood hoes out in BaltimorePack the shows like wall to wall, my GodFive steps like Dru HillCame home from the first tour, withBad credit and a school billMiddle finger to the bursarFinally famous butAin't too much really change with usStraight up weed, no angel dustLabel us notorious, that was '97Saw my old teacher and she asked how I'm livin'You ain't know my shit, drop bitch, 9-11Gettin' more hoes than that nigga John LegendGettin' more hoes than that nigga John LegendNigga you should too, if you knewWhat this game would do to youLook at all the bullshit I've been throughBetter me than youSongtexteI must confess, I copped the chainsI hit the club, I made it rainI hit the road, I made a nameI came home, I ain't the sameI ain't the sameI ain't the sameMade a mil' off the flow, make sure these niggas knowMade a mil' off the flow, make sure these niggas knowThese niggas know, booya nigga?Came through the door like who y'all niggas?Stole a nigga flow, I could sue y'all niggasBetter yet put a hot one through y'all niggasNah, let me stop frontin' for y'all niggasBut don't let the college shit fool y'all niggasAin't the hardest nigga in the landBut a grown ass man, and I will step to y'all niggasLike what's the problem?Ain't gettin' paper, nigga here's a loanMy shit long, need a hair salonGet it cut, shut the fuck upAnd wipe your face with my money 'til your tears is goneNo cryin' ass, lyin' assCan't afford a whip, but you buyin' assThis Fresh Prince nigga, I ain't JazzFucked yo bitch, nigga I ain't askShe pitched it to me like Sosa (Oh God)What the fuck was I s'posed to?Deny that, rather try that, but I never fly thatKeep hoes bi-coastalAnd they buy postals, ain't shit for freeDick the only thing that they get from meSit VIP, get a sip for freeLater on she'll be sippin' me, literallyPicture me at the tip-topWith your bitch lip-locked on my dick when my shit dropThis B.I.G. nigga, this PacMinus six shots, but it's still this hotThirty grand and that's just for the wristwatchHate to brag but backpackin', that's hip hopWrite my life and make sure that the script hotAnd pray the kids watch, if notThese niggas knowIf not, these niggas knowI must confess, I copped the chainsI hit the club, I made it rainI hit the road, I made a nameI came home, I ain't the sameI ain't the sameI ain't the sameI must confess, I copped the chainsI hit the club, I made it rainI hit the road, I made a nameI came home, I ain't the sameI ain't the sameI ain't the sameMade a mil' off the flow, make sure these niggas knowMade a mil' off the flow, make sure these niggas know Aus Songtexte Mania