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(feat. Big Mello, Vickta Black) [Hook: x2] Motherfucker, do you know me Screaming my name up in vein, well nigga show me I'm blowing out brains, I'm the same nigga you owe me I'm bringing the pain they shit change, do you know me do you know me [C-Note:] I'm that same young nigga, beating down your block I'm that same young nigga, running up in your spot I'm that same young nigga, slanging ki's and rocks I'm the same motherfucker, that be ducking from the cops Bitches in the beauty shop, screaming we fuck But the only way we fuck, if I get my dick sucked Playgirl I ain't coming down, hard in you boo But some of these niggaz, is bitches too I seen him last week, with his fake Versacci Lying to these hoes, saying he down with Botany He said he booked shows, for that Puff and that Mase And then he wrote the hit song, "Diamonds Up N' Yo Face" Word on the street, is that I owed him money And I ain't never even seen him, now ain't that funny Spreading rumors, that the diamonds in my mouth was fake That I ain't never freestyled, on a Screwed Up tape When I catch you in the streets, I won't be squashing the beef I'll be trying to be putting slugs, all up in your teeth One shot with a glock, take him off his feet Playboy, I'ma put that on my Clover leaf [Hook x2] [Big Mello:] Empty wagons, make a bunch of noise Off balance ass niggaz, drugs stoked y'all boys Be bumping that shit, real G's make moves We X hoes out the game, and make a get away smooth Applied hits hit hicks, knocking dents in your click Stick dick to your bitch, and she won't say shit You hoe ass niggaz don't know, Big Mello or C-Note Cause fool we connected, you's a stain with toast Turning foes to ghosts, sipping fo's on the low Late night frank those, fucking hoes fa sho Shutting do's on lows, that'll pose the stilo Southside collabo, from the P to the Clov' Steady moving them thangs, you shooting shots on the plane When the work touch down, putting Jane to the brain Fuck all y'all niggaz, that wrote your shit Ol' broke ass niggaz, can't see our click motherfuckers [Hook x2] [Vickta Black:] You don't know me Why you keep talking that shit, talking that shit It's Vickta Black, motherfucker And it's, no other Yeah, true ass brother Slab, motherfucker Rolling fly, getting high Super fly, type of guy Me and C-Note, just bleeding the block Who that talking bout, we can't be stopped Third Coast ballers, true shot callers Breaking off, you no class ballers Hard to tip, the motherfucking bomb Yeah nig', we got it going on Now who that talking bout, stealing my throne You can't stop us, you can't stop us [Hook x2]

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