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[Verse 1: B-Legit]
Bitch, I'm a hardhead n***a, so don't ask me
I know a gang of motherfuckers say they gon' blast me
Catch me dippin' to some Screw
Attitude rude, drippin' sweat, about to finger-fuck this TEC
I leave 'em stretched, reaching for a rifle
Got him a pump before a n***a da-dump da-dump
I ain't no punk, n***a, this be mob fa sheez
And for them chippers and cheese, see, we thieves

[Verse 2: E-40]
Give me, give me some valiums and some Robitussin, watch me do it
Dip my cancer stick into some embalming fluid
Show your ID then pass it right back to me, cousin, 'cause see I'm a minor
And these wet daddies got your partner sweating like drippy ass vagina
Let me up in this bitch-ass club, security roughs me and my guys
Gon' bumrush these doors, make it so there won't be no more rap shows
Yeah, that's what I thought
I see wall to wall hoes, bitches everywhere all over the place
N***as trickin' off they green marbles just so hoes can sit on they face, uh

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[Verse 3: E-40]
A funkin' lesson number one: mind your own, don't be in no mess
Number two: when it's confidential, hold it on your chest
Number three (Number three): don't be fuckin' with me
Number four: no more toe to toe
The only way to let these motherfuckers know is to flex
Wet they ass up, leave 'em bleeding like a Kotex
Boy, we one tight knit ass clique
N***as in my outfit don't be rattin' rollin' over, snitchin'
Spillin' beans, tattle-tellin'
[Verse 4: B-Legit]
We be thievin', connivin', the way that we survivin'
Know this bitch that's ballin', and tonight's she callin'
Wanna know if we can go kick it and smoke
Get her keyed as hell and maybe hit a hotel
I'm on my cell, thinkin', "Yeah, I'm cool with that"
Hit the Kit-Kat and get her sprees before I get her for G's
Pimpin' is a game and I'm lovin' to flirt
Run my fingers up her tennis skirt

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[Verse 5: B-Legit]
Bitch, I'm dedicated, you know, to this mob shit
Talk back, fuck that, get your jaw split
Raw spit, that's what you n***as pay me for
A hundred thousand fuckin' off down in Vegas, ho
And you know we the one to get the function bumpin'
No shit, we The Click, bullshit ain't nothin'
See, you fuckin' with some fools
N***as with no rules mobbin' in they old schools, bitch

[Verse 6: E-40]
Gold grille, fifth wheel with the brains blew out
With the windows up, with the heater on (Heater on)
Man, we in the land tacked out, four deep
In a Ham sammich smokin' on some cannabis
Executive producing and rappin', hustlin', that's my bread and butter
You n***as better hurry up 'cause there's money in this motherfucker
(Money in this motherfucker)
Revenue's hard to find like good broads 'cause shit be triflin'
Have your ass pissin' yellow discharge, taking tetracycline, uh
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