(Verse)
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South to the runup rappers took up to
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We don¡¯t wanna know how to do it
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And they can¡¯t figure out what the fuck you still love,
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That nigga you are tryin to ruin
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Probably cuz a nigga knows shit from sugar
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And could see through what you doin
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But you made that bed and you bathed that nigga so the mob will start a chewin
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Talk nigga more cuz I know a legend I¡¯m and the thing that we pursuin
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Don¡¯t wanna liber, gotta go right now cuz I gotta face the music
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Sky can all but be blue and calm
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Specially with a storm blowin
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Jet Li strong so you see a nigga full so you know we can make it through it
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I know you¡¯re kinds hurt but don¡¯t let em see your sweat
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Just act like it¡¯s nothing to it
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They laughin right now but they gon cry later, wouldn¡¯t take it if it wasn¡¯t true
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Come here baby, it¡¯s alright, stop boo-hooin
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Daddy gon be back up that real real soon
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Come here
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(Hook)
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Boy! Why you gotta make yo mamma cry?
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Hah? Stay out the street cuz they really gon die
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Yall feel
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Chasin down the street but get with you won¡¯t die
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Boy! Why you gotta make yo mamma cry?
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Hah? Stay out the street cuz they really gon die
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Come here
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Come here, let me talk to yall
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Come here, come here
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Come here, let me talk to yall
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(Verse)
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Left by the building, hang out a get rider
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Real, I¡¯m straight up like a motherfuckin pistol
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I called but you been tied, rolled but you been like
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Does a motherfucker reckon tell er gesundheit?
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Tell that motherfucker you was in the big house
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Tell the motherfucker what you made up man
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Tell the motherfuckers how they used to treat you
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Tell em what you gonna do when you get up
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Shake them fuckin streets, break them fuckin beats
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Knock that motherfucker down, tear that bitch to pieces
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Rappers in for the spot that I¡¯m runnin
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Nigga proud of the place that you hung in
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Tell me who gon be gone for that long thing?
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Get back on top of it and niggas never done that
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Sure that was nothing but a setback
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Show em just how a real nigga come back
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Make him wish that he never would¡¯ve did that
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And the motherfuckin niggas gon regret that
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That dog gon have his day
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You¡¯ll see that when it¡¯s over, her friend don¡¯t cry no more
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Come nigga on dad soon
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(Hook)
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Boy! Why you gotta make yo mamma cry?
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Hah? Stay out the street cuz that where you gon die
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Yall feel
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Chasin down the street but get with you won¡¯t die
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Boy! Why you gotta make yo mamma cry?
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Hah? Stay out the street cuz that where you gon die
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Come here
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Come here, let me talk to yall
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Come here, come here
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Come here, let me talk to yall
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(Verse)
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I¡¯m scared hard like I always was
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So I imagine if a nigga ain¡¯t have to leave
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Wanted to call the motherfucker that,
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Even took the mic and I¡¯ll tell him where I be
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Head this on where at the top of the pile at a height that you can¡¯t believe
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And what you did and you didn¡¯t do
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Do it, I gon really keep it between you and me
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How the fuck you ever dealt but you don¡¯t worth him and expect him not to leave?
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How the fuck you think you can cut a nigga that deep and expect him not to bleed?
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I¡¯m fuckin him up, I got yo house when it be messy
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To the broke with me now dip
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Not many niggas can¡¯t catch me
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But rap was there for me more than my closest homey
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Never turned on me, fair not but I was hoping
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I just want stuck a sucka, you ain¡¯t give a fuck you waited
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All that¡¯s over now, that alja baby
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(Hook)
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Boy! Why you gotta make yo mamma cry?
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Hah? Stay out the street cuz that where you gon die
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Yall feel
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Chasin down the street but get with you won¡¯t die
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Boy! Why you gotta make yo mamma cry?
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Hah? Stay out the street cuz that where you gon die
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Come here
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Come here, let me talk to yall
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Come here, it down, shut up
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Come here, let me talk to yall
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(Outro)
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Ayo you new rappers
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I told you class was in session
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But this class was like in the 1940¡¯s
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Where if you fuck up and get raw
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We put you over our fuckin knee
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And we beat the shit out of you
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Mystikal
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Still a fuckin problem
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You get it?
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1940¡¯s
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Old school class is in fuckin session
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Beatin yall niggas over the head
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