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(feat. 3-2, Big Steve) [talking:] Yes, and at this time I would like to give a big I mean a very very big round of, fuck you To you hoe ass niggaz, out here swooping on that bitch Afilliated playas, representing [H.A.W.K.:] Now real is real, and fake is fake Just follow my guidelines, don't make the same mistakes They say blood's thicker than water, but how thick is your blood Is it thicker than the mud, that I'm made of I could give ya love, would you die for me Will you always be around, like when ya get high with me Or could it be, that I am crazy To be all I can be, for my worst enemy Deceive me, 3-2 and my partna Mafio It's so fa sho, bout to knock down the do' Today is fold, like my baby bro Who put the light up on me, for my high pro glow I'm so fa sho, whether it's stage or studio A pot of gold is for me, at the end of the rainbow Ain't no game hoe, see I'm serious bout mine And in 199'grind, it's my time to shine I'm lyrically inclined, to put boys to shame SongtexteAnd as time passes, all y'all gon scream my name [Hook x2:] Man, what's happening out here See these niggaz, putting shit up in y'all ears We switching game, like niggaz switch gears We on the grind, with blood sweat and tears [Mr. 3-2:] What's happening out here, too much capping out here I ain't having this here It's just me my fifty caliber, and it's no man I fear I never thought shit, would get so funny My partna left a free world, with cocaine and money He wasn't tripping, but you know how niggaz do You go to jail, mentality of hoe niggaz is fuck you They run off with your paper, and your cheese Cash in off your profit, and play broke on the streets The game go deep, nigga why the fuck you think I'm bulletproof I ain't just running round here trying to cap, baby I speak the truth Now raise the roof, when we're flossing in the dropper baby My motto is fuck you nigga, cause God made me And that's the only war, that I gotta answer to Mr. 3-2, quit that bumping cause I'ma do you From the very first time, I hear you talking down Set an example off the top, and let you know it's H-Town nigga [Hook x2] [Big Steve:] Man I feel a whoop, coming on Times of the times, got Mafio gone Something is telling me, leave these fools alone So I stay high, still riding in my zone I break bread with these niggaz, say they love me Even though sometimes, friends wanna bust me The old change, that I owe boys in the game I never knew, bout these loot whores in the game Stealing change, out the back seat of my car Cause they know, Mafio sell big bar In the jug or prescription, or baby jar See me chopping up the blocks, in a foreign car Me and my gang afilliates, we roll candy red And that's for Fat Pat, bitch now turn your head See I'm locked in the game, like Corleone Nigga I ride for ya baby, till ya come home Strapped with .45 chromes, me and 3-2 Wrecking shop with Big H.A.W.K., bitch we killing you And I'ma leave you motherfuckers, on that note Man what's happening out here, bitch I'm cut throat [Hook x2] Aus Songtexte Mania