Trill Entertainment nigga mic check,
Webbie and Boosie Ya heard me,
this how its goin down nigga,
check it out Back up bitch,
back up bitch, back up C'mon,
trill entertainment Yo hood can't fuck with mine

WEBBIE
Now I know, that you ain't really bout that shit
that you be talkin about And you be just runnin ya
mouth but you'll get knocked out, drug out the
club house Showin up with yo thugs, me and my
thugs'll make yo thugs bounce I, suggest that you
respect it, disrespect Ill have to check it and
when I check it gets hectic You don't want no
savage doin no damage to yo section, while I fuck
yo babymama she say fuck my babydaddy If a nigga
wants some static let'em have that's the G-Code,
since 94' I been throwed up in beast mode Street
life is all I know, sellin yo money, cars and
clothes run for real don't fuck with hoes, unload
and reload We G's yall hoes, yall ain't ready to
swang with us, since youngstas growin up yall
people wouldn't let yall hang with us Yo people
prolly 'dont play with guns boy they dangerous',
my peeps don't play with guns they stay with guns
and I slang'em

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BOOSIE
Now when I enter this bitch I was ready to get off
in my some shit, cause I love my hood and I'ma
represent in this bitch Now in the parkin lot, I
had that for glock ready that jig goin keep me
hype when I be watchin over Webbie In my city A.P.
glocks and Smith and Weston, thugs who be second
guessin them the ones who be restin God gave me a
blessin, told me get the croud crunk, say Boo
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(look) Now I'm that rumble in the jungle 2004
Hummer stunna, my momma she still wonder why her
sons a young gunner Back back, back back, get
out my way let me mob, all that poppin in a nigga
played out in 95'

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WEBBIE
I see yall actin nigga, oh yeah yall act a fool,
betta stop that actin lil savage'll beat you black
and blue I been abused you gotta excuse my
attitude, plus I been smokin Hy-dro and drinkin
yak and bruise I been a fool out here packin tools
since middle school I been a fool I had the most
lud up in the school, a phonebook a referrals I
ain't follow no rules Be quite in class, don't act
back and raise ya hands was old rules I skipped
the class act the ass and sold some crack to white
dudes Between class smoked Kools and big blunts
before school Straight up, many niggas glad I
ain't go to your school, played them hoes I woulda
played you like a hoe too that's tat boy I don't,
he start fights errywhere he goes to, but proudly
I don't give a fuck, try me I'll fight you Hold up
back up a bit you fuckin up my white shoes,
alright I ask you once, BITCH MOVE!

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