[Chorus] Ay yo f**k why'all n***az (Man f**k you too) Ay yo f**k why'all n***az...
[Chorus] Ay yo f**k why'all n***az (Man f**k you too) Ay yo f**k why'all n***az (Man f**k you too) It's big dog baby Gettin down like what See I'm a thorough bread I don't f**k wit much Bloodline is Where the pups at They off the Grand Champ Yea what black Don't nothin move less Dog say so Cats clueless About the way it go Off the chain I got At least 3 kills Even though my last album only did 3 mil I still give em chill 'cause they feel dog I can't help what it is Shit is real dog You must have thought that It was a joke or somethin Now you done f**ked around And got your man choked for frontin Now hold up playa 'cause I don't play those games And don't ask me shit 'cause I don't say no names See what I know I'm taking To the f**kin grave So keep knockin 'cause you ain't gettin a f**kin thing [Chorus x4] Ay yo Who we be was off the last joint But now it's who we see And we forget the last joint Cats ain't never walked like X Even before coochie rapper talked like sex I've been around since at least 83 So ain't no sense in you motherf**kers hatin me 'cause I'm gon be here when you cats is gone And other cats is on Another batch is born Don't give a f**k Bout none of why'all F**k each and every one of why'all 'cause I done done it all Been where ya at Been where ya goin Then brought it back I tried to tell ya bout it But you wouldn't listen Now I'm gonna take you to the hood 'cause the hood will listen I wish you woulda listened 'cause then you woulda known That it's only right To give a dog a bone Bitch [Chorus x2] Aw Man There are some things I can't stand When a n***a holla want to shake my left hand When a n***a follow 'cause he actin like my man N***a might as well swallow 'cause he actin like a fan And I got balls like you do Man I got paul to pull through you Stan don't they know how we do In to the streets with our hearts to the people Gots to give a little to get somethin back And what you usually give see you ain't nothin black But when you don't give then it won't last His shit will disappear like wit a n***a that smoked fast You'll get broke fast That's the lord's will Hold up I think somebody's a the door Shhh chill You sit right there I'm gonna answer that 'cause when I finish poppin ain't nobody answerin back [Chorus x4] F**k it
writers: LOU COURTNEY, EARL SIMMONS, RONDELL TURNER
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