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See I live it, Charlie And then I write it, pimping Then I record it, dirty Then it's a song! But then they hate on me Cuz they can't take, homie That I might break, homie From my home Which is the west side F I wicked as the witches from the West side in the wizard You see I live it, scribble it Deliver it, then I distribute it To my niggas, But yet I For the life of me Can't understand the rivalry Said about my number one fan, my man He used to ride with me But now he spitefully uses fighting words to frighten me Slightly perturbed I war at his words rightfully I should be lightning like in his ass But I pass and lightly brush off the ash From the square of that square You see I really don't care But it's a whole lot of insulted niggas over here SongtexteBear in mind some of them mind, all of them won't Some of them rhyme, all of them don't Most of them grind, all of them inclined To see you signed and combined To be on your ass so serious You see I live it, Charlie And then I write it, pimping Then I record it, dirty Then it's a song! But then they hate on me Cuz they can't take, homie That I might break, homie From my home Aus Songtexte Mania