Who am I, Nigga wit tha blunt,
steady trippin, sippin on the
concoction,
with the the gun cocked in
Drum knockin, gotta get off
Bitches and killas in the front watchin
Flowin if like im finna studda some
betta come off a butta ton, brotha
run, I hope he said he were
imma flow until my belly hurt
pimp nigga rockin on the stage and
rock on in that petty shirt
Let it ruff, ooh
feels like another one
Who you be? Mr. Shystie
The one who make you frown up like
the lemon in my ice tea
the muthafucka most likely
to get a tuba with the
opposition in my position
i break em off when i give em the heat
steady reefa rollin
bullets body decomposion
i remember the weak on the Timbaland beat
You remember the beat
Conversation we had
when my adrinaline was rushin
check yo breaks and knee pads
when the twist to get to bustin
bodies gon get rushed in
i can make em hit the dance flo
Brothas, bitches, and hustlas
i get up in the guts homie, neva phoney
hitta wigga when he run up on me
yall muthafuckas still dont know me
Let em learn slowly
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Who you be?
im the one that stay high
center make up the party, rockin bodies
nigga thro ya hands up in the sky
neva shy he's fly
Who am i, who you be?
im the one's gon get buck
T-straight from the Chi
Rival, homicidal, everybody duck
with tha party up and pimp struck
T-N-T now i say, who am i?
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Who you be? Who am i?
the one's who surrounded by the wood
5oo wit the ribs stickin through the hood
up to no good thats why'd
say they misunderstood
and im always in tha mix of some shits
scoop a shawty and she thick
and the bitch getts grip in them lips
putta dick on the lips top it doggy
style, she my homie gal
so i tricked on that bitch
now who you be? the one
who's on the dance floor
sex gon be one of the mass hoes
freak on a bad hoe
you's could really wanna flash gold
turn a hater to a sass hoe
play and ballin up at Cape
town, strippin went down
study, tippin off of CDs and tapes
though see niggas see Gs to take
Run up to the car, got no thangs
they got CDs to break, no easy space
Who you be?
the crime cause other obituary an uligy
photo stank and yall be who to see
only smokin it wit you and me
lets go hang out where tha booty be
i was on somethin, frontin
yello wide ol' belly in the po funkin
Grinnin while up in the curb
wanna journey for herb
always tellin somebody to smoke sumthin
true indeed
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the one thats flowin fluently
make yo baby saygoo to me
Watcha did to her
didnt ask why i hit her for
cause the game like literature
get it get it girl
i dont know what u was waitin on
but if you aint wit a partna
this young monsters a fly guy
shake a lil bit of that body
we gon party till we sky high
to my playas and soldiers,
shady niggas, young thugs and
strap hoes.
pimps strikin fees and red bones
ghetto fees and Gs and MCs for the rifols
the one that be kickin off air time
from sunrise ta bedtime
all of yall need to know me, the one and only
pimp slach tingin twista from the Chi
makin compitition die slowly
WHO AM I?
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