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A nigga ready from the get go (blowe, blowe, blowe) Y'all hear my shit go, it's Andre, can yo punk ass come out to play? Stay in your little hole, then coward duck your head You don't know who you be fucking with you'se better off, dead Is what I say, best run the other way In case of physical breakdown, y'all can break now My kitchen full of heat, if you can't take the temp Make yourself exempt Pussy footing around don't be getting y'all nowhere but stuck Nowhere to duck, pull his file, niggas die By getting blasted, how drastic They got the nerve to ask me why I do the things I do I got the nerve to serve you up just like a waiter do, but no (no, no) I take that back, that's my problem Turning and walking away, this ain't goin' work when they be robbing As long as Big Boi's still living, never standing by my lonesome Step up nigga, if you want some Ain't no thang but a chicken wang We having a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane It's just a pimps(players), Mack daddies(East Point) It's all about that see's in yo chest(It's the joint) Ain't no thang but a chicken wang We having a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane It's just a pimps(players), Mack daddies(East Point) It's all about that see's in yo chest(It's the joint) Well nigga, you softer than silicone, used to pump up tits It's that nigga down in the Dungeon with them playeristic hits I'm quick to stop a sucka flow like menopause, it's the Original ghetto bastard, so now I makes a switch I used to sell dope, but in 1994 I'm making Southernplayalisticadillacmuzik But see these voices in my skull has got me reminiscing About the days back when me mammy had to work in kitchens She had me making better grades to make a better life But I never had no love or respect, cause we goin' be alright I ran the streets and broke my curfew cause I gave a shit I carried guns and butcher knives Cause I was steadily in the mix, yeah It was so hard to say goodbye, I'm a man now I'm at the end of my street, so it's time to take my stand now I call the wild because it's time to take the streets So if you ain't got the vertebrae, ya big enough nuts, retreat I'm ready to wet 'em up like cereal Just an international player, coming through your stereo Ain't no thang but a chicken wang We having a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane It's just a pimps(players), Mack daddies(East Point) It's all about that see's in yo chest(It's the joint) Ain't no thang but a chicken wang We having a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane It's just a pimps(players), Mack daddies(East Point) It's all about that see's in yo chest(It's the joint) 3-5-7 to your forehead, there'll be mo' dead Cause I'ma pro, kid But Lord forgive me, I gots to keep my Milli right Be-near me My nine be doing fine until these Niggas wants to clear me off my street But in my hood hood, they hollering ghetto Don't got no neighbors, they hit the pipe and never let go But I feel for them like Chaka Khan feel for you Ain't shit that we can do but rest in peace, pour a brew On the concrete, remember when we ran deep Remember at the party when we served them niggaz dandy They know not to test us, test me, do me, try me Trippin with that drama, my Beretta's right beside me One is in the air and one is the chamber Y'all ask me what the fuck I'm doin, I'm releasin anger Quick to dodge danger, I'm takin it one day At a time, I got the fattest dimes around my way You can sway with Andre, I'll take it to the Ho-Jo, bitch Just let you know, yeah Ain't no thang but a chicken wang We having a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane It's just a pimps(players), Mack daddies(East Point) It's all about that see's in yo chest(It's the joint) Ain't no thang but a chicken wang We having a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane It's just a pimps(players), Mack daddies(East Point) It's all about that see's in yo chest(It's the joint) It's on my friend, on the road again, I'm travelin No more than 65 on 85 off in my Cadillac I got that nigga Dre, he ridin shotgun And got my pump under my seat, In case these yougstas wanna have some fun I'd do it if I have to, Busting caps with this a heat and load it clip up after clip I'm packing my gauge, if I feel it The glock, the gat, the nine, the heaters See I be busting caps like my amp be busting speakers So how do you figure that Big Boi be scared to blast ya You 'posed to be quickest draw, but man, I hail 'em faster 1-2-3, you need to think about the future Before I shoot your ass and dilute your blood with lead From my hollow tips, I'll send you to an early grave You fucking slave, you better try another way To take me out, is truly something difficult Don't even run up on me, unless you want your brain broke I'm out of bullets letting loose my last clip I'ma kick you in your ass and your nigga getting pistol whipped You know that's how I do, you know that's how I do Ain't no thang but a chicken wang We having a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane It's just a pimps(players), Mack daddies(East Point) It's all about that see's in yo chest(It's the joint) Ain't no thang but a chicken wang We having a smoke out in the Dungeon with the Mary Jane It's just a pimps(players), Mack daddies(East Point) It's all about that see's in yo chest(It's the joint) Yeah and it don't stop and it don't quit, to the motherfucking Organized Noize, PA, Goodie Mob, Big Gipp and all the niggas Around the East Pointe way College Park is really on the map We coming around Atlanta and the niggas are really strapped With the motherfucking guns and the motherfucking glocks Steady is the gas nigga, don't fear it and it don't stop

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