[Verse 1]
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If you buck then say so, push a nigga off
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With the quickness of my glock fo sheezy, blast a nigga off!
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Smoke you like you dro', fuck a sissy hoe, since you wanted to know
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Gangsta Boo ain't scared of you, I'll walk up to yo' fucking do'
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Na- Na- Na- Na- Na, you can't touch me silly trick
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What's the business bitch? I'm the lady of this Memphis shit
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Yes I got the hollow words, secret follow words, where the dollar words
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Crazy lady yeah, millionaires, sporting Cartiers
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Why don't you come around here, let me put you on some fuckin game
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You bitches be lame, dope game, my game hoe!
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Yes you, yes you bought, fuck what you haters be thinking or saying
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Yes you, yes you bought my CD anyway
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I'm a come on out, gold and diamonds in my fucking mouth
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What you talking 'bout? So so scandalous stay representin the South
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Riding on them thangs, tryna dodge you player haters man
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I'm a stay the same, fuck whoever talking 'bout I done changed
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[Chorus: 4X]
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I be at the same block, same hood
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Same house, same sto', same folks
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Looking good bitch, I ain't changed hoe!
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[Verse 2]
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Can I ask you something, what you bitches tryna prove?
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Acting like you buck, when really you look like a damn fool
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See me in the streets, you try to chief, and smoke all your weed
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I don't want that babby-jazzy shit, I don't speak seeds
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Nigga, nigga please I'm Miss Pimpin-Villain Gangsta Boo
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Fuckin with my niggas, paper chasing tryna get this loot
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I ain't tryna take no shit, or be labled as a duck
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Never will I go out like that, you got me fucked up!
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You bitches be talking that shit, do you think that you can handle me?
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Raised in B.H.Z., slash North Memphis Tennessee
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I don't think so, go and call yo' mother fucking crew
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I know where yo' mama stay, I'll send a bullet straight through
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Staying high, oh so, oh so high, I'm quick to lose my temper
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Bitch, smack you, stomp you down bitch, it be that simple
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You know that I be riding in fast cars, quick to hit the strip bar
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Sippin on some syrup (sippin on some si-zzurp)
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3]
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Nigga come and take a ride, what you bitches know about?
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Fuck you bitches, stick a mother fucking gun in yo' mouth
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Hoes be hating cuz I made it rich, "oohhh...lucky bitch!"
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Been down and for years, I still remain untouchable bitch!
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Always be the one mean-mugging me, you groupie hoe
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Then after the show, you be the one on the flo'
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Why you mad at me cuz i chose to, chose to keep it real?
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Bitch get bout yo' cheese, stay about yo' hustle only for real
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Niggas wanna fuck when they see me on the B.E.T.
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Riding in my truck, I pop a flick up in the DVD
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Balling through Black Haven, deep as hell in that Suburban man
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You silly ass bitches, you wish you could see the shit that I be seeing man
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Still I stay the same, ghetto diva known as Gangsta Boo
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Undergroundin' clownin', upside downin', bitch I thought you knew
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Catch me on my corner burner undershirt, some heat
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If you got some questions, catch me in the mother-fucking streets (Bee-yotch!)
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[Repeat Chorus to end]
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Same Block
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