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Duke deuce Duke deuce go crazy What the fuckkk Back on that Bullshit, that hood shit, that gangsta shit (gangsta) Off the round wagon on you bitches, I'm on 9 cents With some Miffin niggas So you know we stand on all tens Mafia, we in this ho Tell them bring the bitches in Rappers jack my swag They ain't tryna be slick What the fuck, they think they gone My second run, gon' be sick Ditch suckas talking down but they scared of the 6 They like GD this, GD that, get up off our dick, bitch Fuck all you niggas, cause you niggas really be lame All that dick riding that you're doing, you should be ashamed Sickness always be caught, All I gotta do is aim If you crook, rep your hood If you buck, rep your gang (ohh) Fresh as fuck, they taking pics I'm retro, I wait till my turn Maybe if you come here, don't waste time Cause I like slutted hoes I got copycats like Michael Jackson on the blueprint, ho I might just start rockin' all these diamonds and go back to gold What's up, folks? (What's up) What's up, blood? (What's up) What's up, Lord? (What's up) What's up, cup? (What's up) We got granddaddy sticks, cause they all come with sweets Dead presence might be pimpin' cause they always come with beats What's up folks? (What's up) What's up blood? (What's up) What's up lord? (What's up) What's up cup? (What's up) We ain't talking bout no money, then yo ass get left on her Keep on playing with my guys, we gon' fuck around and hurt This me, the F.A.T. The M.A.C That means the Fat Mac G If you can't read I'm tryna see what she gon' do, what she gon' be A slut, A sucker for, that's what I need, I'm a D.O.G You know the scope, fuck with me, ho Ay, ay, don't touch, dead over yonder That's vintage, ho Clean white foxes with no crease With the graphic teeth Snap back to the right I forever keep it G Know I said I ain't tryna prove shit to these niggas I'm from Memphis and my city erased a whole lot of killers I ain't saying I'm a killer but don't play with me nigga Try me, treat your ass like Moses, send your ass up that river Hard ass nigga, so fast, that's what mama said Mama had to whoop my ass from hunching girls up in the bed Yeah I paved the way, they more than late You this high, can't afford the hate You think I can't afford today Cause I'm just trying to afford it What's up folks? (What's up) What's up blood? (What's up) What's up Lord? (What's up) What's up cuz? (What's up) We got granddaddy's dicks cause they all come with switches Dead princes might be pimpin', cuz they always come with bitches What's up, folks? (What's up) What's up, Blood? (What's up) What's up, Lord? (What's up) What's up, Cub? (What's up) You ain't talkin' bout no money, then yo ass get left on her Keep on playing with my guys, we gon' fuck around in Paris Big Memphis (What's up) ATL (What's up) Chicago (What's up) California (What's up) Out to Texas (What's up) New York (What's up) Mississippi (What's up) Arkansas Balmoral (What's up) ohh