Featuring total
[intro]
Hey yo dogs for real?
Iand'm yoand' man but you got the address up
Cuz now you got chicks talkand' andquot;what the fuckandquot;
andquot;what the fuckandquot; andquot;what the fuckandquot;
[mase]
You know somebody swung on me and cut me?
(come on come on come on)
You know somebody pulled a gun on me or robbed me?
(come on come on come on)
Is they stoppinand' my money? (hell no)
(come on come on come on)
Then it ainand't no problem here
(come on come on come on)
Cand'mon i ainand't wit that man
(yeah, what, what)
Just throw my b back on
Yo, yo, yo
You know my mission ainand't complete
and'till i hit the city with a 600 jeep
Hardest nigga from all out you wanna meet
Hash in the dash with heat under the seat
Chased kate 52 states straight
But still ainand't nothinand' sweet
I took a year off to let the young niggaand's eat
Everybody witand' me want bucks
Walk around platinum linked up
With money like brink trucks
Shit get too hot? puff, put the minks up
Come back in the summertime like fuck it, itand's summertime
All out tattooand's over wife beaters
Get mail branson, never buy reefer
Bentley five seater, itand's all for real
First rapper to close down a mall with a miland'
The clothes, the hoes, the cars that flaunt
Plus the money so iand'm on nigga one
Talk to me
1 - [total]
If you donand't fuck with me
Like i donand't fuck with you
It ainand't much for us to talk about
Cuz you donand't fuck with me (yo, yo, yo, yo)
And you know i donand't fuck with you
So all i can say (uh uh)
Is stay out my way
[mase]
Donand't take much to wake up, taped up
Fuck the district, i live in jacob
Hit a nigga, bitch nigga, kiss and made up
See me without puff, try to get your weight up, uh
Ainand't nuttinand' between you and me
And on the real, nuttinand' you could do wit me
I got cats thatand'll find you and leave you
Pull that hoodie over your head
And put five in your ceasar
Doubt me now and die a believer
Run and catch bullets like a wide receiver
When the warand's on, put your gloves and your goreand's on
Teflon hard hat nigga, put it all on
Beef no more thatand's what other niggaand's for
I got a famand' that love to go to war
Love to get locked up, love pickinand' the odds up
Love not cominand' home, love to be boxed up
Iand'm from a town where kids could pop up
Little punks in garbage bags, body all chopped up
Iand'll come around your block knowinand' you got popped up
Arms are rocked up, bentley witand' the top up
Uh, you donand't stop, come on
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What, what, what
Yeah yeah yeah what what what
You donand't like me nigga? (what the fuck?)
You wanna fight me nigga? (huh? huh?)
Stop frontinand' nigga (you frontinand' nigga)
Uh
[mase]
Yo, one, two, three, four
Everybody on the floor
You see grams, iand'mma see craters
By the time you see land iand'mma see acres
Drop another cd just to see paper
And before you see me youand'll see the maker
All i see is more chances, more advances
More houses, no spouses, more beaches
Wild thugs around me and no leechinand'
When they gunand's out played, thereand'll be no reachinand'
Ballinand' in dirty south witand' no creases
And all i see is more f-inand' iced out jesus pieces
The rock over sean john fleeces
You never love the money like we love it
Pay the chick sucka, and let her teeth touch it
All out
Bad boy forever
The movement
What
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