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Yeah Ya boy 100 more nigga Aye I got my city on lock And it's like Christmas when I drop Erybody get a present Flow hotter than a desert I'm flyer than a phesant I'm higher then a parot Hundred thousand dollar chain Brain brighter than the carat I'm ahead of ya'll No breaks on the boy wheels The difference between me and you is ya boy real Precise Music, started my own label I ain't scared to die I'll cut my own cables Look, by the vine that you niggas is hoes I'm the realest nigga breathin You niggas exposed (chyea) Young Ya Boy the one man army Tag ya toes offtop tottin and tarmy [? ] I ain't scared to use it I ain't scared to yank it Your body under that sea man in a white blanket No I'm not fakin SongtexteI'll leave your head vacant So if I give you some good advice betta take it Like, don't fuck with ya boy he crazy He like Eminem an dem niggaz that boy shady Hottest choufour nigga dat boy lazy And I don't really even like to fuck bitch brang me Walk with a limp, I'm a pimp hoe pay me I'm ballin like M.J. in the mid 80's I'm on fire, Bay to Bangkok Put a hole in your chest the size of Flava Flav clock I hear the rumors surfacin in the hood But I ain't trippin I'm in Malibu surfin I'm good One southwest flight Your bitch slurpin my wood And I keep a team of haters like they workin for Suge Heard them niggaz wanna get me come and try dat boy I'll put some money on your head yeah buy dat boy Two heaters never creepin we gon fry dat boy Leave him sleepin call the reeper he done died at war Niggaz pillow talk they way right into death And AIDS killin more than guns you can die from sex It don't worry me at all, you can die from stress And put rapper [? ] on me you can die from press Bullets cost 20 bucks you can die for less Pretty quick on ya feet, try an dodge this tech If a nigga run up he'll get lyed to rest Bitch my name is Ya Boy and I'm the West I'm the east, I'm the south ask ya girl Got a Taliban flow bout to bomb the world Bout to blow tryna hallow the perfect timin girl Nahh these ain't braces these diamonds girl I'm the walkin Flash flight I'm shinin girl Betta put on them Prada shades and get blinded girl Get it wet, let me knock out the linin girl Now turn around, let a nigga get behind ya girllll (HAHA) I'm the truth in fact, spit hot like fire Melt the booth like wax yeah They tryna rap like me but they can't do it Me and them don't pump the same brain fluid You ain't good as I is You ain't hood as I is Ask about me in the hood I'm the biz I'm chicken noodle soup sick Yeah I'm on some new[? ] shit All black lay back bumpin some old Snoop shit 9 mili with two clips on some troops shit Fuckin with my eastcoast niggaz on the stoop bitch I know you impressed but yes yes I do dis I'm a pitbull and hip hop's my food dish I do it for Clifornia, Texas, both the Carolina's to Florida New York, Nevada, Illinois, Georgia, my DC And Maryland niggaz yeah this is for ya Massachusettes out to New Jersey I do this for my Pennsylvania niggas screaming "Early"[? ] Oregon, Nebraska, Washington, ask em I got it on lock AZ to New Hampsire Ohio, Alabama, Louisiana And all my Missouri niggas with country grammar Nuff respect you came to death Even China and Japan know Ya Boy is next New Zeland, Australia, Africa, Jamaica Canada my teethed out niggas gota Quaker [? ] I'm a worldwide nigga yeah the boy is nice The New Era in hip hop bitch it's Precise Aus Songtexte Mania