gonna be trippin' bout this busta ass nigga [Verse 1] When he was on the streets he used to jack niggas Ran around the project toting the mac nigga He
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wanna go out on tour with you man Yo hons man tourin' ain't what it's all cranked up to be man It's a little different than you think man Yo so what is
on Game you will never be my equal Your homies shoot doors, my niggas shoot people See me I'm what you never 'gon be I'm in that tax bracket you never
(bun b) I always wanted to be the biggest man in somethin Had to find my place But the world can leave a foul taste on the tongue Had to dodge a case
and ain't never gon' make a switch dude Z-Ro the Crooked, I'll be damned if I be a snitch fool [Chorus] [Verse 3: Bun B] It's Bun B I go back-a like
, spreadin' game to my partners Walkin' on the blue carpet with the Doctor You see me man, I'm nothin' like you I got the kinda swagger that you ain't used to Leanin' in my
Ch ch chaa) I got scratch like a DJ I used to want to be like, I used to want to be like Mike, but the man in the mirror don't know if he's black or
used to bring my nigga B.R. And niggas with the burna's holdin' down B-R There lived a jealous kid that was mislead By anotha jealous kid who wanted me dead (He
wit Man you better be like G-Rock and go and get that bitch I let Bubba security handle that, step back to the back Man you ought to be ashamed to run
in their tracks Strike three, you can call us 2-1-3 It's the L and the B that makes me act like a G My exhibition started back in '93 No one, nobody
P.G. mister officer, I demand to see my attorney I will simply plead innocent, cop a plea and be free Free, yes, free, right back on the streets What you mean my lawyer is with Michael? He
up in my mind and you wonder why Oh my mind Don't wonder why They're stayin' on my mind [Verse 3 - Kenn Starr] I used to be the most humble until I
nigga Money be my best friend, Yo Gotti I got my city on my back, my diamonds on my front Conjure up in my cup, grand daddy in my blunt Did it, 2000
love is so digital Spell my name, B O B B Y B O B B Y, Bobby, repeat after me B, B, O, O, B, B, B, B, Y, Y D, D, I, I, G, G, I, I, T, T, A, A, L, L
to swang My bumper doing the body rock and my trunk is doing the crane Now who in the hell was able to tell the world it wasn't my bang I turn up the
Yeah u know we bout that [Bun B] Thats right my mind is on my money and my fingers on a fat knot eyes is wide open and my ears is ta the black top came
motherfuckin' fool Clothes brand new from my T-shirt to my shoes Pop a tag everyday that's what ghetto niggaz do Hustle hard, spread all the bread with my
