Ayo fuck y'all niggas (ay, fuck you too)
Ayo, fuck y'all niggas (man, fuck you too)

It's big dog baby gettin' down like what
See I'm a thorough bread, I don't fuck with much
Bloodline is where the pups at
They off the Grand Champ, yeah what black
Don't nothin move less, dog say so
Cats clueless about the way it go
Off the chain I got at least 3 kills
Even though my last album only did 3 mil
I still give 'em chill 'cause they feel dog
I can't help what it is, shit is real dog
You must have thought that it was a joke or somethin'
Now you done fucked around
And got your man choked for frontin'
Now hold up playa 'cause I don't play those games
And don't ask me shit 'cause I don't say no names
See what I know I'm taking to the fuckin' grave
So keep knockin' 'cause you ain't gettin' a fuckin' thing

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Ayo, fuck y'all niggas (man, fuck you too)
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Ayo who we be was off the last joint
But now it's who we see and we forget the last joint
Cats ain't never walked like X
Even before Kool G Rap talked like sex
I've been around since at least '83
So ain't no sense in you motherfuckers hatin' me
'Cause I'm gon' be here when you cats is gone
And other cats is on, another batch is born
Don't give a fuck about none of y'all
Fuck each and every one of y'all
'Cause I done done it all, been where ya at
Been where ya goin', then brought it back
I tried to tell ya about it but you wouldn't listen
Now I'm gonna take you to the hood 'cause the hood will listen
I wish you woulda listened 'cause then you woulda known
That it's only right to give a dog a bone
Bitch

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Ayo, fuck y'all niggas (man, fuck you too)
Ayo fuck y'all niggas (ay, fuck you too)
Ayo, fuck y'all niggas (man, fuck you too)

Ah man
There are some things I can't stand
When a nigga holla wanna shake my left hand
When a nigga follow 'cause he actin like my man
Nigga might as well swallow 'cause he actin like a fan
And I got balls like you do
Man I got pull to pull through you
Stan don't they know how we do
Ear to the streets with our hearts to the people
Gots to give a little to get somethin' back
And what you usually give see you ain't nothin black
But when you don't give then it won't last
His shit will disappear like wit a nigga that smoked fast
You'll get broke fast, that's the Lord's will
Hold up I think somebody's a the door, shh, chill
You sit right there, I'ma nanswer that
'Cause when I finish poppin ain't nobody answerin' back

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Writer(s): Earl Simmons, Lou Courtney, Rondell Edwin Turner