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Just gimme the cue, this is it This is it, most wanted [Incomprehensible] PA To VA, this is it, nigga This is it, this is it, yo, hey, yo First of all I'm a T H U G Boobonic, nigga, who the fuck you be? If you don't really want this block then move over So you don't get big weight an' lose it like Oprah Caught a case down in Green, then in VA court The game change every year like EA Sport You see, now they got platinum, mad you got gold? My corner's like the Beatles, nigga, get your rock 'n' roll Niggas mad 'cause the Feds stay on me 'cause they in cars Mad 'cause I oversee the Projects like A&Rs Try not to do hits myself, I order that While you cooked four an' a half an' got a quarter back You play the tough guy role good, I ought to clap An' did a lot of rappin' too, I should've bought a track I had to check this comb in your rug, checkin' for soil Got popped while you was under your hood checkin' your oil, nigga I graduated from eight balls to blow that's cake size Match though grand for grand an' let's make these stakes rise Mahavaji rich, in Egypt with eight wives While my fam rocks links an' medallions that's plate size You up against The Clipse, believe there's no chance What you feel about hollows piercin' through your throat glands? See, I sweet talk the Devil, take him on a slow dance While your hardcore posse's is extras an' road hands Get your fifty deep, us rollin' in Convoys You fuckin' with grown men an' y'all is young boys Love double action, pack anything with loud noise As we kidnap your partners an' use 'em as decoys If y'all ain't got guns, I don't represent you If you ain't got coke, I don't represent you If you ain't got dough, I don't represent you Fuck ya clique an' that bullshit you been through If y'all ain't got guns, I don't represent you If you ain't got coke, I don't represent you If you ain't got dough, I don't represent you Fuck ya clique an' that bullshit you been through I never hold back, I cock back an' twist ya I never been shot, mothafucka, it's Mista I scream, âWho coke? Who whip is that?â I want the main coke source, not just the crack I want the one who cook it up an' make you push the pack You don't like that we cut at you, nigga? Bust back An' I never been the one to talk an' chill shit out I shoot 'til it jam an' the clip don't spit out You heard I'm 'bout to run in your house? You better get out Mista take stacks an' coke an' sort shit out Whoever don't like it wanna come, then come An' you smart mouth niggas get popped with dum dums Who the fuck wanna see us? Chrome double barrel heaters Mothafuckas better bow when they greet us Red, green an' black strapped on Gucci wifebeaters With platinum paint jobs on 3.8 liters Two ways to live, cocaine or showbiz Knee deep in crime rhyme in blow, my shoulders What you know about hidin' your bricks in Folgers With Grandmothers an' Aunts as primary holders? Whassup, lover? Tell 'em take aim or take cover 'Cause we poppin' cross hand an' christen your little Brother Eagle eye block strutters composed of baby mothers How they chuckle that forky talk, we seen double If y'all ain't got guns, I don't represent you If you ain't got coke, I don't represent you If you ain't got dough, I don't represent you Fuck ya clique an' that bullshit you been through If y'all ain't got guns, I don't represent you If you ain't got coke, I don't represent you If you ain't got dough, I don't represent you Fuck ya clique an' that bullshit you been through If y'all ain't got bitches, I don't represent you If you ain't got riches, I don't represent you If y'all niggas snitches, I don't represent you Fuck ya case an' that bullshit you been through Niggas started snitchin', only got a year an' probation Bitch ass niggas, Clipse, most wanted, nigga [Incomprehensible] most done it, nigga Dick riders, put your seat belts on, buckle up for safety It's gone be a long ride, nigga, you ain't comin' back, nigga |