Ayo! Bounce to that Trina Moe Niggas about to blow Bouncin' straight out the door Here we go, here we go
Bloodline, scratch all day, match all weight Only dogs eating is us, we snatch all plates Err, ERR! ERR! Get him, boy! Click, click, pop the leash, hit him, boy! Niggas brag about waggin', we stop the tails X drop an album, niggas droppin' sales Niggas can't fuck with the dog, forget about it Money went up against the dog, read about it Man, listen, you cats better walk easy I'm on some positive shit, but I still walk greasy Ain't nothing changed, still ain't sweet Stand on one block, but I own the whole street And on the whole street is dirty niggas with funny moves Leaving your house with bloody boots, we cruddy dudes Rest of them ass kissers is sensitive ass niggas Fourth album, and I still get in that ass, nigga
Ayo! Bounce to that Trina Moe Niggas about to blow Bouncin' straight out the door Here we go, here we go
It's Dark and Hell is Hot Flesh of my Flesh, Blood of my Blood; And Then There Was X Got niggas like, "What's next and then?" Hit 'em again, you cats ain't never gon' win I was here before most of y'all careers were born I'll be here when y'all careers are gone, still strong Difference between right and wrong is me Niggas talk shit, but you can't MC We already know how much your watch is worth Talk about helping the hurt, saving the Church Why don't you brag about helping out where you come from? And give brothers a job that really want one? Gotta think about that shit you said, you don't mean it I done listened to that shit you said, but I done seen it Most of you cats is type funny But when it comes time to feed the hungry, gon' get type ugly
Ayo! Bounce to that Trina Moe Niggas about to blow Bouncin' straight out the door Here we go, here we go
Man, I'm already knowin', like y'all niggas is knowin' You can't fuck with dog, bust a cap, scrap or flowin' Seeing is believing, and well, let's just see I ain't even gon' speak, one million the first week Aight, let's ask the streets: How many sold? What? Three niggas, three months to go gold? C'mon, ese, keep it real, homes You fuckin' with the dog, you already know This ain't nothing new, fuck is you mad at? 15 million! Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah Rest assured, I'm best abroad You can test Billboard because the rest are frauds I got 18 years under my belt, rappin' Let me see, you was three, I was making it happen Next time we bump heads, don't be hard headed Show some motherfuckin' respect, bitch, or you'll all get it
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