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Webbie

Trill Entertainment nigga mic check, Webbie and Boosie
Ya heard me, this how its goin down nigga, check it out
Back up bitch, back up bitch, back up
C'mon, trill entertainment
Yo hood can't fuck with mine

Now I know, that you ain't really bout that shit that you be talkin' about
And you be just runnin' ya mouth but you'll get knocked out, drug 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 Ill 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 fuck yo baby mama she say fuck my babydaddy
If a nigga 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 fuck with hoes, unload and reload
We G's y'all hoes, y'all ain't ready to swang with us,
Since youngstas growin' up y'all people wouldn't let y'all 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 bitch I was ready to get off in my some shit,
Cause I love my hood and I'm a represent in this bitch
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 crowd crunk,
Say Boo don't change yo style give the crowd 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 nigga played out in 95'

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I see y'all actin nigga, oh yeah y'all 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 s
Ince middle school
I been a fool I had the most lud up in the school,
A phone book a referrals I ain't follow no rules
Be quite in class, don't act back and raise ya hands was old rules
I skipped the class act the ass and sold some crack to white dudes
Between class smoked Kools and big blunts before school
Straight up, many niggas glad I ain't 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 erywhere he goes to,
But proudly I don't give a fuck, try me I'll fight you
Hold up back up a bit you fuckin' up my white shoes,
Alright I ask you once, bitch move!

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Written by GRADNEY, WEBSTER / HATCH, TORENCE / ALLEN, JEREMY
Published by Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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