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(feat. Buddah Man) [Hook: x2] We some go getters, thug niggaz that's bout scrilla Some hard hitters, focused on tilting your dob nigga Some mob niggaz, debenere and suave niggaz With both fists cocked back, ready to squab nigga [Buddah Man:] I'm a game spitter vault filler, wig splitter untamed gorilla Cocked back like a nine mili', hard hitter no quitters Go getter all about the cream, got a sawed off pump with a infra beam 4-4 black make heads ring, wet up the block and left the scene Got bezeltyne pinky rings, M-O-N-E-Y ain't a thang Boss hog the lane set it up with bang, diamonds against my wood grain I'm off the chain ice glistening, TV screens in a Expedition Fuck with me you might come up missing, bet you next time you'll learn to listen Bitch I ain't finished... I'm a ball-a-tician on a mission, FED's wishing can't catch me slipping Wig clipping I ain't tripping, leave a stain in your brain with the mic I'm gripping Ruger ripping can't slow my roll, verbal attack that's ice cold My pockets swoll everythang go gold, sitting sideways on low pro vogues [Hook x2] Songtexte [T-Pop:] I never trip I play it cool, if a nigga act up I spray the tool That was one of the golden rules, if a bigga act up knock him out his shoes I done paid my dues if you snooze you lose, we on our way making you the fool Escalade with a big old pool, you already know how this kid do [Buddah Man:] This how it go I play it raw, coldest nigga you ever saw Send hollow tips above the jaw, my AK put me above the law I stay on toes I never slip, spit like a gat with a extra clip Sawed off make you do a backwards flip, with a snub nose nine on my hip [T-Pop:] It's fuck me nigga then you know it's fuck you, I don't give a fuck about you or your crew Fuck a nigga like I fuck his boo, run a nigga shit like a train choo-choo Dumb ass nigga like a bird coo-coo, shitty like a dog poo-poo Still hollering hoody hooo, plus I'm still jamming Screw [Buddah Man:] Head first in the game on another page, pass me the mic I'ma wreck the stage Floss through the club and I'm underage, like a buckshot slug out the gauge Kinda hard to fade these niggaz know, verbal attack make these niggaz fold Continue to tag these niggaz toes, until I stack six figgas or mo' [Hook x2] [T-Pop:] I'm like Hollow Man I move swift, fuck with me and I dig a ditch Fingers on that big clip, fuck with me and I sink your ship I'm a G you's a hoe, give me mine calico Laf-Tex'll run this show, got the club hollin' uh-oh Give them bitches some mo' Pop... What it do I ain't tripping, pop in that ruger clipping Steady sipping while 6-4 dipping, blades crawling like a catapiller Watch out here's the bomb, give em box and 85 thumb Better leave me alone when I'm in my zone, all you niggaz better lower your tone When I'm on the phone with a yellowbone, people's game people's G Got Alicia Keys right next to me, while she hollin' ooh papi Laf-Tex we'll bleed the block, rawest dog we hit the blizzock Sitting sideways at IHOP, while the trunk still gon pop [Hook x2] Aus Songtexte Mania