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Yes believe (Ooh) [?] All real Stand, on ten I'm all the way, you know [?] The bust down on my watch, cancelled all my soul ties Countertops in the Southside, lettin' the coke dry (Coke dry) I don't get upset, I ain't never duck and wreck (Duck and wreck) I'm a muslim, yeah Let me know where you gon' bump your head Wanna post up on me, for some bread Tell 'em I ain't scared (Let's go) Jumped the Hellcat with no Timb Work in my BlackBerry T-Shirt white, bitch bright, feel like I'm Jeff Perry Swaggin' from the pipe, with hard pipe and she said "Yes Kevin" What I told you 'bout that get it right and she said "Yes daddy" Rumors in the city, I ain't worried 'bout none of them Mix the H with the fiend, you could go fetch you a Benz Bulletproof Cutlass Supreme (Ooh) Necklace inforced with bling Truck on the interstate, make the Honda touch down with them [?] Rollie on glisten, ka-ting Later this shit was a dream SongtexteBread Winner ego go inc Jump in the whip and go skrrt Come up from nothing, gold teeth in the gutter, the street Caught up with cutters and cleats, thuggin', I'm somethin' unique My children love me, my women infatuated, pull the paper from outta that hoe Everything platinum, ain't regular standards He tuckin' that pack and I'm throwin' them lows These women mean nothin, they stealin’ my energy From em it’s spinnin' me outta control Fuckin' with trash, I learned my lesson (Ooh) Two hunnid K for a new perspective (I did) Got my attention, that ain't bad (Come on) Get out of line or I'm gettin' you smashed Tell me it's up and I'm on your ass (I'm on your ass) I'm in the tank, I'm doin' the dash Keep your security 'round you Know all you pussy and I'm not scared of nothing (I ain't scared of nothing) I'ma control the threats, I show the press And tell 'em the pressure ugly I made a lot of mistakes in life but I'm up in rank, I'm growin' from that I gave a lot of you niggas some stripes, but I ain't aight, ain’t going from that Raisin' my son for the build the man and he 'bout to live in reality We open with prayer and we stick to the plan and this is the only reality Your moral compass is all you got Life in general cold sport The higher ups gon' play polite The system still do what they want Cool to kick it, but always remember that you still a nigga when you go to court Been in that blender with plenty of course Blemish my image, ain’t with noise Still tryna be a better man, still I handle bidness like a gangsta (Gangsta) I'ma always be gangsta (Gangsta), I'ma always be gangsta (Gangsta) Still tryna be a better man, still I handle bidness like a gangsta (Gangsta) I'ma always be gangsta (Gangsta), I'ma always be gangsta (Gangsta) Respect the laws of the jungle, nigga layin' low down in the slums I'm the same nigga from the [?] house, with Jermaine [here?] dealing drugs I'm the same nigga had [?] on mic', underneath the wing of the buzz I just wanna see you come up, quarter ki, a grand tryna let 'em thug I'm the same nigga from the wild side, with the low tabs in the mud (I did) In the bottom, standin' outside, Gates got the cocaine in the bud Rest in peace, Lil' Fat, Droptop Jack, come in all black Hit me back, pull on me and Julio, on Louisa Street for the pack Let me take a nigga back 'Fore I graduated with them racks The whole Southside eatin' [?] and jumpin’ out Camaros That's when Big London had to lay That's when Big Head had to lay [?] airplane in the [?] We on airzone in the lair Big yak havin' the CTS, with the spinners on him, that's a fact I was uptown at the Eastern [?] White Stan Smiths with the tag With the long dreads, bolo collar With the low shorts let em sag With the red boxes, with the white shorts, all four pockets full of bands Ayy with all due respect (Come on man) Ayy, that's me you tryna be, you heard? (Ayy, haha, for real) I don't chill like that, like that Ayy come on man, [?], I ain't worried 'bout nothin' (Nothin') It's really nothin' (Man you playin') Aus Songtexte Mania