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Uh, uh, yeah-yeah, C. Weezy nigga.. [Chris Ward] Things just ain't the same, for mobsters That's why it's so hard, for real niggaz to prosper Everybody acting like, they want Oscars Claiming they real with you, when they not your partnas There's way more fakers out here, than you thought cuz They can't help themselves, from being those lost duds I'm high, buzzing off blueberry frost buds Cause that's the way I collect, and gather my thoughts up And I know, you all think I signed with the Boss but I collabed with him again, just to get me some boss bucks If you don't like me, you don't got to Cause you're not me, and I am not you Half the shit you industry, I promise you this It's not you expect for you stop it, in a drop that's blue Now what you got to do, it's better than that The way they bragging, I thought you was better than that Keep bumping, I'ma put that lead in the gat Cock it back and watch the buck shots, spread in your hat Then your bitch ass, be dead as a mat Laying there staying, ain't nothing deader than that Some slicker than wet ice, admit it I'm that nice You did down to get, one verse is that price Come on down, double or nothing that bet's twice SongtexteMy number one fan's wifey, I'm that sheisty I'm the pimp you the punk, I'm the champ you the chump I'm the skunk you the punk, I'm the funk in the trunk I'm the shit that stunk, plus that nigga That'll run up in the club, and get that hoe crunk, watch me [Hook] I know, you got your eyes on me I feel you watching me, but it ain't hard to see That you can't see me You try, but what you think you saw Ain't what you thought you saw You're better off, not looking at all [Dr. Dre] Everywhere that I go Ain't the same as befo' People I used to know Just don't know me no mo' But everywhere that I go I got people I know (the watcher) Who got people they know So I suggest you lay low Aus Songtexte Mania