Intro - Lil Scrappy
O-K-K-K
BME
O-K-K-K
G's up, this yo boy Lil' Scrappy
DJ Khaled, (Let Em' Kno) So get your G's up

Chorus - Lil Scrappy
You can be as fuckin real as you want
And hard as you will
But you will never be nothin like me
You can rock with the 12's in the trunk
Get so drunk
But you will never be nothin like me
You can go and fuck with a hoe
A pocket full of dough
But you will never be nothin like me
Yea yea you wanna act hard
I can tell in your eyes you will never be nothin like me

Verse 1 - Lil Scrappy
Born, Devil riches son the second
My daddy blessed me with a wonderful weapon
Hoes see me and they keep on stepin
So my momma took me to school taught me pimpin lessons
Oh, I kno you ain't tryin ta call your people
Cause I got people that'll sue your ego
Sum of em in the club with a desert eagle
U ain't gone win a fight unless you got it like we do
Equal, naw nigga we ain't equal
U said you pop cris they wouldn't believe u
Look at the time it's way past your curfew
I'm a back up cause I don't wanna hurt u
Aw man these niggas throwin bottles on the stage
I'm a still go out and rep the A
If you take it outside I'm a get the cake
Aye shorty I said get up out my face
But anyways
Ya'll niggas don't kno me, don't kno my name
Jus kno me by my fortune and fame
They want me to b humble shorty but I can't
Don't get all mushy eyed shorty let me explain
There's alot of mothafuckas out there that hate
I might catch a case cause I gotta gun on my waist
People out seein what kinda moves ya make
Scrapper get the hell away from a nigga that's fake, aye
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Verse 2 - Lil Scrappy
You say you hot but you ain't dat
Your shit weed, and my shit crack (damn)
If I rob you, I ain't givin that back
If I steal your girl shorty jus call me the mack, (scrap)
The Scrap
Show her P-I-M-P
If they hatin shorty then you need betta delivery
I'm from the A-Town, Southeast, Zone 3
If ya touch me then you get your ass beat
Some of ya'll lames ain't got enough on your track sheet
To clap me you gone need a crowd to see me
Look in the mirror I kno you wanna b me
Mad cause your girl on my dick like bologne
Look dude, I don't want you nowhere near me
I'm a real G nigga and that's clearly
If ya come around I'm a knock ya silly
If ya can't hear me then ya got to feel me (Yea)

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Verse 3 - Homeboy
(What my name is?)
H-O-M-E boy
Through a microscope, you niggas can't see me-e boy
If you jump inside my body couldn't be me-e boy
Bullets bust on sight so freely-e boy
I'm a monster, evil, Chucky me Freddy Krueger
Bitch nigga I will do ya, with 9 millimeter rueber
I'm hell on earth now that's what they told me
Hotter than the flames in hell, so hell couldn't hold me
No man control me
Follow no one, I'm a leader
I'm Homeboy, Bitch I'm off the mothafuckin meter
Right now or tomorrow I'm a see ya when I see ya
Cock back and make me pop the lid off the pringles
C'mon, once I step outside of my zone
Bullets fly jus like that star wars attack of the clones
Listen up got some shit that'll part your hair round here
We from Georgia, it's the spot
We some bears down here

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