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Sorry, bunch of swagger jackers. I mothered you hos, I should claim you on my income taxes. Bobby Fisch in the flesh, taught by the great. So on my next

I wear my jeans so low you can see my booty crack got chrome painted rims on my 86'pontiac with fuzzy dice in a rigged up black/white my curfew's at 10

hee hoo, in my way dead Yo I lay she hoo, in my bed Ask Common, I did your momma, nah I took it easy Of hard hail, on a scale from 1 to 10 I'm rich

10, the way you spend on me Even though I got my own money 11, for always bein' yourself Regardless of how I or anyone else felt 12, the way you don?t trip on

tool I use on all of your peeps (25) It's too risky (27) I call it my heat, cause I use it when I lose my cool (26) Took a line when who's sittin on

) Would you be my Could you be my Won't you be my Ghetto neighbor Would you be my Could you be my Won't you be my We neighbors ya'll Would you

to my hood Them boys will put you down on your knees (Woop, woop) That's the sound of the police in my hood [Verse 1 - Ludacris] Everybody on the corner

Cop the eagle, started jacking with the green New Balance shit Feeling clean, I was only 13 With the heavy starch on my Bugle Boy jeans My name spelled out on my

set me free with 9 more minutes to go But this is for real so forget about me got 8 more minutes to go With my feet on the trap and my head on the noose