] Tell 'em hoes I'm a pimp Tell 'em niggaz I'm a pimp I'm a country motherfucker And I walk with a limp Tell 'em hoes I'm a pimp Tell 'em niggaz I'm a
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Tell 'em hoes I'm a pimp Tell 'em niggaz I'm a pimp I'm a country motherfucker And I walk with a limp Tell 'em hoes I'm a pimp Tell 'em niggaz I'm a pimp
betray men (yeah) You screamin, I position, competition Another day in the life of the Comission [P. Diddy] Oh it ain't over, aiyyo Banks talk to 'em [Lloyd Banks] + (P
you gonna say? I'm lucky? Tell the public that I was so ugly That you fucking had to be drunk to fuck me? Second base? What the fuck you tell Nick, punk
hit me Use the code black or blue? I'ma use black Me and my boy gonna have some Okay, tell Krayzie, Wish and Flesh have them thangs On 'em 'cause them
on so if you need me hit me Use the code black or blue Me and my boy gonna have some Tell Krayzie, Wish and Flesh Have them thangs on 'em 'cause them
scene, make the haters say dammit. Soulja Boy Tell a??Em hottest rapper on the planet. Yaa?? girl love me and I know you cana??t stand it. Goth-em city
ready to put the lead on ya How would you like it if a nigga was broke an' came fed on ya? That's why I'm still on my P's an' Q's Readin' fools I'm known
cream, niggaz is sellin' mo' dreams Lyin' just to kick it sellin' weight with no fiends Now this is somethin' that I don't understand Why the fuck would that nigga Master P
sky out Broke niggas make the best crooks, ya best look Over your shoulder if you's a high roller Knuckle head fool wit that master plan Yeah, got
's a shame boy You the main one tryna stall right, sold the broads out the game boy I beat 'em down like chop, chop, chop Yessuh, cut 'em up and leave 'em
I wanna talk to the World and tell em how I feel How everytime I drop an album one of my n-ggas get killed Make a n-gga wanna stop spittin' Plus Interscope
You can still catch me up in them clubs In that 2K3 Yukon sitting up on them dubs Since they wanna know about my whip I'ma tell em like this, I got enough
show off my skills, I just sprinkle 'em And now you're sleeping on my props Wake up before you wrinkle 'em Gimme my props, yo, more than a cop, yo 'Til I master
True mizza-Mast' on the triz-nack Bob Digi back for a snack Kinetic 9 in the biz-nack Raekwon got the triz-nap We be ridin' fast cars Weed all in the
the wings Bow and kiss 'em, if he's a fraud than strip 'im From all this badness, greet him with daggers We more than rappers, we the masters [SoulStice
em Niggaz scared, can't stand still, like fuckin' helium Fake niggaz, they don't go platinum they go aluminum Got 'em cloned the fuck up son, that's why we losin' 'em
