(feat. Z-Ro, J. Prince)
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[J. Prince]
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awww yeah..what's up pimp I feel ya prescence right now
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yo bun. you know many are called but few are chosen
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you the chosen one my nigga the future president congratulations
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by the way I need you to send a trill message to some
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and a subliminal message to others about this throwin' rocks and
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then hidin' ya hand bitch. please let em know we gon give them what
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they ask for
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[Bun B]
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mayne I'm too hard for all you soft niggas
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too real for most of you lames
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too raw to be in this rap shit and the streets is the same
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too throwed off in this game too true to my hood
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I'm too down to get down so lets get it understood
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too bad to be good too golden not glisten
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too focused for fuck boys to fuck off my mission
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too smart not to listen when g's pull my coat
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bout them white folks that's listenin and watchin' my boat
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that's real shit you can quote I'm too gangsta too street
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so don't run up too fast cuz I'm too strapped with that heat
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I'm too dirty to be me too gorilla to be monkey
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too fly to stay grounded too fresh to be funky
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too many licks for junkies, too much work for flippers
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too much dro for smokers, too much amp for dippers
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no need for you to trip cuz we bring to much drama
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got too many killas put that on my mamma
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I'm too trill
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[Z-Ro - Hook]
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Iiiiii'm too trill, too, too too real
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all about my dolla bills and even if I tried
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I could never fall off too much money on my mind
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IiiiiI'm too trill too, too, too, real
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hard as penetentiary steel it's simple and plain
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If I retired you young'uns wouldn't know what to do with the game
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[Bun B]
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and I'm too serious for this play playin' it's too much bread to make
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for me too fuck of my time with these cats that's too fake
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I done seen too many wakes, sent too many to them
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yo homeboy can get it I'm to ready to do him
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too many guns I can pull, too many slugs I can bust
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leave yo brain matter, bone fragments, and dick up in the dust
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too many niggas I done crushed to let yo bitch ass come try me
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that smart game got gun play youll be screamin' why me
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too close don't get by me, you too prone to tell
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bout these bodies we catchin', this dope that we sell
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you too weak ,mayne too frail, too light up in yo britches
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you too much dick ridin' manye you worse than these bitches
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too many snitches that you breakin' bread wit
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you too close to police ,boy you on some fed shit
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so you can go head with that sale, we wont' buy
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I'm too smart for all that dumb shit you know but boys try
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[Hook]
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[Bun B]
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and I'm too sick of all this sweet shit cuz I'm seein' too much smilin'
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too much punk ass posin' too much punk ass profilin'
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too many niggas be frontin' like they got the town on lock
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with too much money in the bank and too many hoes is on they jock
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but you smoke too many of them rocks that you claimin' you done sold
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I done been out on them blocks and you ain't got too much control
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man you workers ain't that cold, they some hoes more or lesser
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and they too ready to fold cuz they can't take too much pressure
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do we mash on them? yes sir they in violation go get em
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It won't be too long befo we mop up the flo with em
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It's rap-a-lot for life we done been here too long
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to let these hata's bring us down we too right they too wrong
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I'm too black and too strong to go out like a punk
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too ready for the ruckus too close too my trunk
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we can pop or we can jump we can blast or we can go
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from the shoulders bitch I tried to told you but if you ain't kno
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I'm II Trill
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Il Trill
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Bun B |