Trill Entertainment ni**a mic check Webbie and Boosie
Ya heard me this how it＇s goin down ni**a check it out
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C＇mon trill entertainment
Yo hood can＇t f**k with mine
Now I know that you aint really bout that sh*t that you be talkin about
And you be just runnin ya mouth but you＇ll get knocked out ** out the club house
Showin up with yo thugs me and my thugs＇ll make yo thugs bounce
I suggest that you respect it disrespect I＇ll have to check it and when I check it gets hectic
You don＇t want no savage doin no damage to yo section while I f**k yo babymama she say f**k my babydaddy
If a ni**a wants some static let＇em have that＇s the G-Code since 94＇ I been throwed up in beast mode
Street life is all I know sellin yo money cars and clothes run for real don＇t f**k with hoes unload and reload
We G＇s yall hoes yall aint ready to swang with us since youngstas growin up yall people wouldn＇t let yall hang with us
Yo people prolly ＇don＇t play with guns boy they dangerous＇ my peeps don＇t play with guns they stay with guns and I slang＇em
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Now when I enter this b**ch I was ready to get off in my some sh*t cause I love my hood and ima represent in this b**ch
Now in the parkin lot I had that for glock ready that jig goin keep me hype when I be watchin over Webbie
In my city A P glocks and Smith and Weston thugs who be second guessin them the ones who be restin
God gave me a blessin told me get the croud crunk say Boo don＇t change yo style give the croud what they want （look）
Now I＇m that rumble in the jungle 2004 Hummer stunna my momma she still wonder why her sons a young gunner
Back back back back get out my way let me mob all that poppin in a ni**a played out in 95＇
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I see yall actin ni**a oh yeah yall act a fool betta stop that actin lil savage＇ll beat you black and blue
I been abused you gotta excuse my attitude plus I been smokin Hy-dro and drinkin yak and bruise
I been a fool out here packin tools since middle school
I been a fool I had the most lud up in the school a phonebook a referrals I aint follow no rules
Be quite in class don＇t act back and raise ya hands was old rules
I skipped the class act the a** and sold some crack to white dudes
Between class smoked Kools and big blunts before school
Straight up many niggas glad I aint go to your school played them hoes I woulda played you like a hoe too
That＇s tat boy I don＇t he start fights errywhere he goes to but proudly I don＇t give a f**k try me I＇ll fight you
Hold up back up a bit you f**kin up my white shoes alright I ask you once B**CH MOVE
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