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Turn me up, turn my mic up Turn my mic up, turn my mic up Turn my mic up.. [Hook x2] I'm a paid nigga, live my life On the streets, from the cradle to the grave nigga I'm a made nigga, got no time for you bitches And you bustas, I'm a paid nigga [C-Note] I'm a paid nigga, living laid nigga Candy sprayed Escalade, valet nigga Slamming foreign do's, jamming foreign hoes See me spo'ting nothing but ice, man I'm feeling cold I'm a South boy, you run your mouth boy 40 caliber'll, take a nigga out boy Still pimping, platinum albums we shipping Got them girls in the club, steady stripping We still gripping grain, we still swang and bang Got that new Hummer 2, with that wide frame Kicking like Shenobi, niggaz say they know me I be balling like I'm playing, next to Shaq and Kobi Nigga pass the do-di, cause mayn I'm going off Just spent a quarter mill, on that new house This the new South, coming with the blue frost SongtexteFirst nigga, in the hood with the blue mouth [Hook x2] [C-Note] Still living lavish, still got to have it Just like a fat rabbit, gotta have them carrots Three in my ear, twenty on my arm Ten in my teeth, fifteen on my charm Johnnie hooked me up, labels look me up The way we shine down South, got em shooken up Burberry Jags, Burberry rags 4-4 mag, make my Burberry sag Steady dropping heat, niggaz can't compete Got the new Navigator, with the fold out seats Banging Chris beats, flowing on a platinum mic I'm in the studio, staying up all night Back to back nigga, platinum tracks nigga Gotta stack mo' figgas, like my name was Jigga I keep shit knocking, so quit baller blocking Trying to stack mo' paper, then the Johnnie Cochran [Hook x2] [C-Note] Look at the Benz look at the house, Gucci seats Gucci couch Man I think I'm balling out, the way my screens be falling out Like them diamonds I be shining, like the Clipse it got me grinding Bet this year I'll make a mill, way before I get the deal Wood wheel gripping steel, coming down with the bumping grill Blowing kill we keep it trill, I know they hate but we keep it real I'm a G I know, and my trunk on glow And if them boys want a show, I'm ten G's or mo' Stacking paper tall, as if them scrapers dog What you want I got it all, I'm making paper dog Stack them D's (stack them D's), sell em cheap (sell em cheap) Never tell, is the code of the streets I'm a paid nigga, sitting on blades nigga Got the crib with the maid nigga, automatic shades nigga Made nigga, never been a slave nigga I'm a brave nigga, pop trunk wave nigga [Hook x2] Aus Songtexte Mania