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, with one stroke of the pen i tune in to your satellite radio, or fm station; i've been patiently waitin, to weigh in, been under construction for two years, but now it's 'bout that time i double-dutch my way in, left foot, right foot, steppin over biters, it's like the game is haunted cause there's so many ghostwriters, me, see i'm a lifer with supply that may seem endless, straight rider like a biker on a chopper with a hitlist, witness, the nigga that spit that vicious, pitbull attack shit when it comes to this rap shit, daddy fat sax follow us, follow us, now, try to all the way, now, it's not another let, down, got somethin to say, right now, i know some of y'all done wrote a nigga off, like the leases on these cars and these homes you niggaz thought, you stayed in, with so many bosses why are they still, layin niggaz off they job? nigga for real, gon' give a nigga a gig then, help a brother get up out this pigpen, but nobody wants to keep it pimpin or 110, so with this pen i begin to illustrate from within, boy, paint a pretty picture like i'm chillin with my friends, everybody's got a pocket full of ends to spend, see picasso couldn't blend, put it all together or fit in, i'm like a crocodile walkin 'round with alligator skin, yes i'm is, the product of the ghetto where i lived, call me spongebob boy soaked up game as a little bitty kid, and never been a lame, before the fame i was the shit, and now i'm just big, ya dig?, why don't you come and find out, what this is all, about, i, will only say this once, so, come and follow us, see we not even gonna play with 'em either, we gon' la-la-lay it down every fuckin time we see 'em, make the club get crunk, yea, we them type of people, but wait, it's not a sequel, no wait, it's bb's prequel, the beginnin before the beginnin, spend it how you spend it, then, if you sell dope nigga stack it when you get it, can't trick it, or spend it until it's gone, that's slippery business holmes, gon' get you a business loan, c'mon!, now i lay you niggaz down, you already sleep so bitch rest in eternal peace, you still scared of the boogeyman?, i know you hatin but you know you was a 'kast and a goodie fan, ain't no night light, it's light's out, i put these lyrics up your ass so far you never get the mic out, i know who you wanna sound like, with that fruity loop bullshit, fuck nigga night-night