Verse 1
Uh, c'mon, uh, yo, yo
Niggas they drug her up like liquid
How she dish shit
Man, woman, boy and girl got addicted
Damn she flipped it, when gone they missed it
Been on cuz, they can't stop her climb
Nigga you digs it?
Want that, Well you can keep that
Cuz other bitches out there wack
but you can't see that
E-V is top notch, I had to spot watch
To make sure I made it mine
Cuz you can't cock block, came up
Fucked the game up
Now your record sales is weak
but you can't blame us
Cuz none can tame us, the
game'll never drain us
Cuz we gon' stop your shine
And it remains us
It's all good, you takin everything sweet
But it's the problems and the
pressure that they can't see
I'm tryin to make a quick flip
Nigga can you dig this?
Shit is real, make a mil
forever be that rich bitch

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Where my niggas at? (WHAT)
Where my thugs at? (WHAT)
Where my niggas gettin stacks?
You know where we at
Now where my bitches at? (WHAT)
Where my hoes at? (WHAT)
Where my bitches chasin stacks?
You know where we at

Verse 2
Uh, yo
They callin me a savage
Cuz I gotta have it
I aint work this hard not to
ball and live lavish
And let some clown take my shine
like I aint workin overtime
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place I got in line, huh
Bitch please
Erased your name with ease
And it was nothin, caught you
stuntin got no room to breathe
Only into big things
All day spit game
Tryin to put my people up on
paper before shit change
I be up, late night
Tryin to get my papes right
After every show, I gotta go,
I got a late flight
Thought they had us figure out
Cuz we pullin figures out
Not that bitch, who is she and
what's that nigga Swizz about?
Questions start to come about
Thought my time was runnin out
But never cuz I'm better under
pressure, guess you figured out
Stop all the dumb shit
I came to run shit
Think I'm leaving, not at all I'm
havin to much fun shee-it

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Verse 3
Uh, yo
Y'all niggas must be buggin out
The industry we dug it out
We always keep it gangsta we change
what y'all be talkin' bout
Some get away with bullshit
But they the ones who drown quick
Back on the block, hustlin, scrapin
money up to buy a brick
Too late, cuz it's over now
I done shut this whole shit down
Yeah it's me again, you outta
touch bitch, fix your frown
C'mon! C'mon! Uh! Uh! What! What! C'mon!
BOUNCE 30X

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