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[Verse 1: Bun B]
You born a bitch, you die a bitch
Born a ho, you die a ho
Fuck n***as like that, the type of cats I don't even try to know
Keep bumpin' your gums bitch
Watch me come apply the 4 (c'mon)
Pound pressure and compress your chest just like a xylophone
You think yo hood get crunk, let me take you to a wilder zone
You can get yo numbers pushed without me havin' to dial a phone
Out of towners get they asses turned into a pile (c'mon) of bones (man)
Gangstas catchin' new cases even when they trial is on (oh yuh)
I been in real wars when n***as lost brеad, (c'mon) lost work, lost territories some lost hеads (for real)
Reorganized the clique when the under boss fled (c'mon)
And at the same time tryin' not to run across feds (yea)
So who the fuck is you to try and come and judge me
I'm to heavy in this game n***a you can't budge me
You ain't gotta love me mothafucka 'cause my momma do (c'mon)
Put that on Pimp C mothafucka you don't want the drama you

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[Verse 2: T.I.]
Pussy n***a swear he tote Glocks and never shot a gun in his life
'Pose to be a Clover G and he ain't never wanna fight
Ain't livin' none of the shit that you be spittin' on the mic (c'mon)
Man, your sissy ass a cross dresser, sumthin' like a dike
Don't be smilin' when you see me 'cause it's on, on sight
But cha probably hall ass and let'cha homeboys fight
You's a sucker duck
Ran out the H 'cause you ain't tough enough (c'mon)
Studied real n***as now your comin' up because of us
N***a's like "Screw Lil 3RD and Face
Bun B, Pimp C, Slim Thug and Tray
Z-Ro, Willie D and ah course Lil J" (c'mon)
[?] [?] you's a fuckin' disgrace
In the long star state you's a well known fake
Piss on your casket at your wake and then spit in your face
You can hide, play it safe and tell lies if you wanna (c'mon)
But your ass is still a goner whenever I run up on ya
I'ma chase your faggot ass from Texas to California
Yeah, Tip gon' drill your ass into a coma
Ye ain't Southside, South???, Clover or Botany (c'mon)
Sucker n***a keep it real, ye ain't shot nobody
You's a

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