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(feat. Husalah, The Jacka, Big T, Lil' Tone) [Husalah: talking] Yeah man You know these niggaz man They don't understand man Niggaz man Niggaz rock wit shit wit clips that hold more than 50 man You need to just call in 50 man I'll slap you in yo face Make yo eye purple as this rope [Husalah] Yeah Husalah Husalah say a dope rhyme Load yo clip wit 16 to this four times Let these niggaz know you the dopest Yeah I'm focused wit being focused ain't shit if you ain't a mobsta I'm a mobsta Block, shock, and shrug nigga I love dealers that slap bitches in the mouth Yeah it sound foul Dip and dummy down ?set-cla? stupid thou Truce niggaz on my feet I'm a wild child Songtexte [Big T talking] Damn 500 You at it again huh there boy I see you out there doing yo thug thizzle mayne First it was just another high speed Now you on your lil' own lil' hype Now you got The Jacka and the Husalah on this mother fucker Wit Lil' Tone, Young too, [?] on this mother fucker mayne It's gotta go platinum So turn me up cuz [Big T] Cuz I'm from the Mac Block To the Olds Block To the Half Block Shit don't stop Until I'm in the Maro Comin' down yo block wit dumb knock But it still won't stop Cuz it's on the fuckin' crackin' When I ride wit 500 you know it's 'bout to be a jackin' [The Jacka] This ain't P. Diddy makin' a band It's a G in the P city makin' a grand Every hour, hardly shower Cuz I'm tryin' to be flippin' flour Fuck the Rob Report I read the Mob Report Yeah scrapin' up the block Coke white transport Never fight me I'm a poor sport Niggaz better like me 50 deep every nigga hyphy You don't even like me I don't give a shit I'll just be wit yo bitch You got her feelin' rich You lose your grip every time you take a sniff nigga [500] Ugh, 500 Double-O AH! AH! AH! AH! Have you poppin' off your car door Skatin' through the town Big corners I be bendin' It rides like a vet but it's a V-6 engine Pay them hoes no attention Chrome tip glistenin' Stay out the way or you might die flinchin' Three dot eight but it runs like a point Blowin' trees out my lungs Sweet Swisher's no joints When I pull up them hoes look A-1 shocks Two 12's in the back Slidin' hard through the block Don't touch me These hoes wanna fuck me Yeah it's a Jacob I know it's not a rollie Why she got to clownin'? Tryin' to floss hard Bitch don't you know I'm a mother fuckin' star Put the money on the hood And your Burberry coat Niggaz start to run up Niggaz gettin' chose 50 in my clip Homie what about yours? Well back yo ass up Before you catch a heat soar [Lil' Tone] Stand on the block Post all night It's hot so nigga gon' post all night Don't got time to waste So I'm on a paper chase Game I'm lacin' as I'm spitin' the flow Getting' the doe, pimpin' the ho You know how we do Come through so sick in a tight whip Maybe your under-bucket We don't give a fuck If you like it or not Your bitch still gon' jock Cuz she see a young thug risin' to the top Fuckin' wit my cutty Husalah And the nigga The Jack 500 we back They can't fuck wit that (hell naw cuz, yeah) [500: talking] Now see, see I'm trynna explain I'm trynna tell you (I'm trynna tell you) Ugh, you niggaz I'm trynna explain what I'm, what I'm, what I'm, what I'm trynna say Like BLAH! But sometimes it just, it don't get across Oh yeah, oh yeah, believe that, yeah, yeah, fo' sho I like this one Oh yeah, believe that [500] 50 in my clip homie what about yours Three shots that'll clear your door [500 talking] And you bitches wanna get involved too You goin' along wit it That's how we ride out her Aus Songtexte Mania