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Boy, I fell off like a bad bag of *******, Ya heard me |
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Ain't nobody wanna holla |
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I done shook back like a 4 and a half heart |
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Now everybody wanna holla |
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If you ain't keep it real, I don't wanna holla |
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Chorus: |
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Don't talk to me, Don't talk to me |
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Don't talk to me, Now that I'm back on my feet |
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Don't talk to me, Don't talk to me |
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Don't talk to me, When you see me in the streets |
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Don't talk to me, Don't talk to me |
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Don't talk to me, Act like you don't know me |
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Don't talk to me, Don't talk to me |
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Don't talk to me, I don't wanna holla |
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Verse 1: |
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You know how it is when you ballin, everybody wanna holla |
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But the day you fall off, you lose most of your partners |
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*******s be acting funny, Hoes, they wanna duck ya |
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Used to sweat you hard, now they ain't wanna ******* ya |
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You screening all your calls, don't wanna answer the phone |
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You ain't working with nothing, they wantcha to leave em alone |
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You ain't working with nothing, they sayin they ain't home |
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You sayin to yourself, Boy that hoe wrong |
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I'ma get chu, Wait til I get my *******t straight I'mma fix you |
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I got a K beg for ya, I done bounced back, I'm here to clear my name up |
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And while I'm doin that, I'm bout to ******* the game up |
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A year ago, I was ******* my bangs up |
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Now I'm on the grind just getting my change up |
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The tables done turned, Now everybody wanna talk |
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If you ain't keep it real, I don't wanna talk |
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Chorus |
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When I was on my ass, *******s was acting funny |
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*******s would shoot you and look what the ******* done him |
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*******s done me bad, I couldn't get nothing |
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Now they see me *******ning and holla "What Up Cousin?" |
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Ain't nothing, better get the ******* on 'fore I sneak ya |
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Only real *******s can holla at me for a feature |
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******* *******s, I ain't ******* with y'all kind |
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So don't attempt to holla and waste my time (Nope) |
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I don't want cha number (Nope), I don't wanna be your friend (Nope) |
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I don't want your tracks, I ******* with Medicine Men (Yep) |
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I don't want no crap, Don't you grin in my face |
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Cause I know its fake, Make me spit in your face |
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I'm back now, Chopper City's on the move |
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And I feel like Ludacris, ******* you better move |
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Get out the way, While I'm walking through |
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If you ain't real, I dont wanna talk to you |
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Chorus |
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(Talking) |
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Ooh they got these *******s |
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Be getting busted with like five, ten bricks |
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Go to the feds looking at life |
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Be home in about 3 years |
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You know something ain't right with that |
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Chorus 2: |
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Don't talk to me, Don't talk to me |
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Don't talk to me, Ya done got an early release |
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Don't talk to me, Don't talk to me |
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Don't talk to me, Lookin at life and done three |
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Don't talk to me, Don't talk to me |
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Don't talk to me, I know you work for the police |
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Don't talk to me, Don't talk to me |
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Don't talk to me, I don't wanna holla |
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Man I ain't lying, the game done got flakey |
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You don't know who is who, the game done got shady |
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*******s play hard, get popped and start faking |
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Get off the deal of rap, They hop up and take it |
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Look up next week, Ya shops getting raided |
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Scared to go to the pen, they know they can't make it |
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Calling me collect, I'm hanging up in they face |
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Trying to talk in codes, I know the carbon trace |
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I ain't the one to play, I know you can't be trusted (No) |
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Everybody know you got half the city busted (Yeah) |
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Boy you down bad, you playing the game raw |
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I thought you was a G, you ain't as real as I thought (Ooh) |
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You went against the code, You disrespected game |
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You lost your ghetto past going against the grain |
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Boy that's sour, Geezy can't holla |
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I hope it rain on you and you got shocked by that wire (Uh Huh) |
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