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To my motherfuckin man, fifty grand, the alcholic man
Inject a tall can in his blood stream if he can
Biggie Smalls, the pussy stroker
Emcee provoker, the chocolate tah smoker 
I like to mack in Maximas and Acuras
Your girl butt cheeks, Im smackin 
The raw rapper, spot smacker
Wit the lil hooker on my lap-ah, you know your favorite macker
A shy nigga, but I aint ya fuckin comforter
And If I ever fall in love, I bet Im fuckin her
Ask the hooker, If I didnt jug her
She try to front, then I put the Chuckii Booker on her
Bitch, you crazy? Commitments, Im Swayze
No time for the ill shit
Mess with the niggas on that real blood spill shit
My rappin tactics, are drastic
Stretchin motherfuckers like Mr. Fantastic
So if you wanna see my Pedigree, you better be
Filled with energy, niggas never gettin me
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Big cities and bright lights
Short days and long nights
No stress and no strife
Im high off living the life
Its clear to see that Im the motherfuckin man, I done learned from the
Best of em; Took the first slot, niggas still second guessin em
Hoes, Im undressin em, foes, Im not stresin em
Outlastin a bunch of em , outflowed the rest of em
Cuz everyday, I stay preachin on the pulpit
So tell them haters they could miss me with that bullshit
But I wont miss, Im Luda, the heat holder
Im rich, bitch! Ive done more shows than Oprah
And Im a soldier, ready for whatever
Roll with a bunch of niggas that dont know no better
King like Coretta, countin mo cheddar
Just hired two dykes to be my ho getters
When it comes to these women, dog, aint no one fuckin wit me
They runnin back, you think I had TJ Duckett wit me
Thats cause I throw it like Vick, from the yard line
Menage a trois, its safe to say Im havin hard times
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To my nigga Chopper dot, with the whoopty-whop on the block
Got the heaters cocked, cause I know the suckers on the block
Hennesey and Belve-D, brings a lot of jealousy
Nigga stop snitchin, nephew, why you tellin me?
They say the game aint what it use to be on 
Used to be a G, but now he just a ho
Runnin round poitin fingers, tellin names
You fuckin up the rules to this dirty game, and its a diry shame
I aint flippin out, thats probably why Im dippin out
Yall fools trippin out, that why Im on a different route
Now, makin money, havin clout, whats what its all about
Twenty seven cars and a tweleve bedroom house
Now they call me Snoopy Trump
I keep my heater close, cause I love to bust
Now hats a stain on a nigga, I bang on a nigga
Kick rocks and watch how I do my thang, young nigga; Im livin the life!
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 - w/o ab-libs