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It fell off then I put the baby back on This is pop corn, make the bees I rap on Kill em, kill em, kill em, kill em, kill em She a dirty bitch man she need penicillin Stacking cake up to the ceiling fin to blow the damn roof Hot as king kong and I'm like a bamboo I got real niggas with me classified, and say the proof Everytime we in the streets they say the animals is loose I be wigging on the beef bro, killing shit these lame things I got a chief code I'm in beast mode, tell these other rappers keep grinding Like my back turned to em everybody behind me Come and face me, I assassinate beats Rick said it raised me, Pennsylvania 8th street Harbor way riding down the south side ...ohio, my first bike ride [Hook] I be riding through my city feeling something like a myth If you getting money put your hands up in the air Niggas say they hate me but see I don't really care Hbk the gang we here to say, we ain't going nowhere We ain't going nowhere, nowhere, nowhere We ain't going nowhere, nowhere, nowhere We ain't going nowhere, nowhere, nowhere We ain't going nowhere, nowhere, nowhere Switch style, turn around, peep the dismount Air Jordan chunkie got em scared to pull the kicks out I ain't even touch her but she screaming like my dick south West side nigga but I make your bitch dip south I'm juiced up, like the batteries included Tryina keep up with me, you ain't got the salary to do it Top 10 nation wide, academic student of the game Niggas lame, I'ma show you how to do it I'm banding names, 1 in 80 that was 88 I've been crazy straight I got plenty of niggas that's really bout that shit They got artillery like a naval base, ah I'm so fragrant with the style, I play daddy to these rappers So may god bless the child Got her roping like the car in the garage backing out Got her giving me massage to my dick with her mouth, ah And everyday is with a happy ending Then I'm right back in the streets, right back winning [Hook] x 2 I be riding through my city feeling something like a myth If you getting money put your hands up in the air Niggas say they hate me but see I don't really care Hbk the gang we here to say, we ain't going nowhere We ain't going nowhere, nowhere, nowhere We ain't going nowhere, nowhere, nowhere We ain't going nowhere, nowhere, nowhere We ain't going nowhere, nowhere, nowhere. |