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This is dedicated to the
G's The
B's, the
C's, niggas that's in the
P's I
guess this ain't something for the
radio But I'm hot, so I'ma make these muh'fuckas play it though I
wanna shine Nigga, don't make me result to crime I
guess this ain't something for the
radio So they made me go, right back to the
street My old head went to bed croaked over the
liquor His attitude leaked out all over a
nigga, I
love him (woo!) It made me harder, made me smarter, I'm young and I'm thugging Enemy to your baby father, the
one that they mugging Therefore they rather see a
nigga plug him 'Cause the
hoes dug him, dig him, I
line 'em up and get 'em (uh) Then I
forget 'em 'cause I
don't babysit 'em If he's on a
booty call, he got the
.380 with him (yeah!) If he's headed to the
mall then it's in Mercedes driven Know the P
green storm with the
color of marijuana I
won't follow the
rules, I
rather do what I
wanna Stand out like a
Bent' on the
avenue in the
summer (uh uh) I
was low in the
cabin, had the
view of the
lumber Think about the
has-beens mad I'm doing my number When I
leave out the
spot, I
drag a
few in the
Hummer Brrrat up? You're now rocking with the
Boy Wonder (YEAH!) This is dedicated to the
G's The
B's, the
C's, niggas that's in the
P's I
guess this ain't something for the
radio But I'm hot, so I'ma make these muh'fuckas play it though I
wanna shine Nigga, don't make me result to crime I
guess this ain't something for the
radio So they made me go, right back to the
street Uh, yeah 1982, the
year I
came through I
saw, exactly what I've been trying to show to you (woo!) Or, you can put your seat belt on, I'll take you to (where?) Where the
hood's the
arena and the
block's the
pay-per-view I'm a
re-up nigga, but they love me everywhere A
soldier, yeah, without the
military gear I'm the
flower of the
year, and I
rap like I
ain't rich We all know the
kind of respect that Banks gets I'm frostbit, 50 grand on the
bracelet That's a
quarter a
piece, I'm so close I
can taste it Run up on me ya hat and ya head is blown Laid out on ya neck as flat as a
herringbone (yeah) All I
need is a
pitch, I'm batting and heading home, uh I'll fly ya head out the
park soon as you start You big as a
pound puppy with a
whole lot of bark You either half crazy or got a
whole lot of heart, nigga This is dedicated to the
G's The
B's, the
C's, niggas that's in the
P's I
guess this ain't something for the
radio But I'm hot, so I'ma make these muh'fuckas play it though I
wanna shine Nigga, don't make me result to crime I
guess this ain't something for the
radio So they made me go, right back to the
street, yeah
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