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Tru Records, it`s time to wild out now boy
It`s on...yeah...
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Betya I can make you bounce to this
Betya I can make you clap to this
Smokin that green, feelin fine
Got me a forty and a fat ass nine
Betya I can make you bounce to this
Betya I can make you clap to this
Smokin that green, feelin fine
Got me a forty and a fat ass nine
Get at me dog, you know the routine
I ain`t hard to find, I`m on that thug.com
If the block is hot I be chillin in the shade
You can call me on 1-900-break bread
Or 1-800-getting paid but don`t tell
Or imma send Cut Boy to rang yo bell
It`s a bunch of pit bulls down here in my city
That`s why I hang with the Cutt Throat Committee
Me and Wayne-G in the truck tinted up
Got Red in the back and she bout to roll it up
The new Jordans bout to drop, you know I gotta cop em
Told Curren$y meet me at Footlocker
And bring Kernell with you that`s my dog too
My next phone call went to my nigga Boo
And wine and nines cuz that`s how we ride
Nigga la dadada, la la la la
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I`ve been thuggin since I came out the womb
Been at battle with these cats like the army platoon
Didn`t know what dope was, but I was hustling
Didn`t even know what looking hard was, but I was muggin
Didn`t even know what pussy was (shiiit), but I was fuckin
Little pretty chicken
Had her kissin on my stick-en
And fist fights, it was anybody`s turn
I was jabbin, and stickin niggas like Thomas Hearns
I`m an early bird, when it was pickin up the trash
I was standin in the cut with my stash in a bag
I`m bad to the bone, so I`m illegal
Used to dream of being a boss like Bugsy Siegal
Here I go, here I go, here I go again
I want a thug girl ma, you ain`t gotta be a ten
Just gotta be my friend, and let a playa in
And hop in when I spin the Benz (eeerr)
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I don`t think you wanna mess wit Tru ya lil child
Why would a nigga call himself Juvenile
Like Benny Hill, we slap kids in the head
I bet ya scary ass still piss in the bed
I`m New Orleans baby, you sweeter than honey
This Tru Records city nigga fuck Cash Money
I`m C, C-P-3, uptown G
I fuck with UNLV, Lil Ya and Tec-G
I`m a bad ass Miller boy, a killer boy
Get them sea man shoes and put yo ass in a river boy
And all those girls that left No Limit on bad terms
Keep it up and we gon plant you like earthworms
Mystikal (Mystikal), you da hoe
Yeah I heard you got fucked before
And if anybody out there don`t like what I said
Let it be known my favorite color is red (blue)
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