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for years Don't follow nobodies shadow (none) A true desperado 21 guns salute when I come through Why you sell a million copies sounds like your crew I roll like no man, follow no man
man, crushed a swad a beer can The only man I fear is in the mirror man BEATCH! I been waiting for a break like this in years I been waiting for a break
Ain't no competition, for my stretched Expedition I'm the trophy truck slabber, cell phone grabber Throwing up the deuce, sipping juice while I travel Southside man
nigga wrong time Girl you way out of line, I'm for real bout mine Now do that strut, shake that butt what Since you walked up in the club, you been backing it up
ass hoes, I spot them quick, break they ass, and feed them dick Other than that they don't get shit Man I can't stand no messy bitch Fucking up my high
K. & (Lil' O)] Here's a little something for the boppers in the club (yeah) All my real thugs, pulling up on dubs (yeah) Throw your hands up, show a real
you niggas do backflips And If we go toe to toe I'll break your jaw In three or four places like I break the law Ghetto dope man yellow stone smokes man
fold, like my baby bro Who put the light up on me, for my high pro glow I'm so fa sho, whether it's stage or studio A pot of gold is for me, at the end
Im A Better Man Yup Im A Better Man Im A Better Man Yeah Im A Better Man [K Smith:] Hey O Why Don't You Break It Down Real Smooth For Them [
never cheated on you girl (What if) what if I didn?t break your heart and never ever ruined you world (What if) what if I always was a real man, faced
car Sun roof, Rolls Royce, everything [we are?] Fine wine, champagne, Don Perignon Sparkly like crazy to the break of dawn Up and down and on and on The
've done the right thing like you knew we would Because we are here for your dancing pleasure With our microphones, cause that's what we treasure Now the man
time for silly games Only real bitches, not sorry lames (Ha ha!) So it's up to you, either hang on or stroll on! (My man ain't got no time for no motherfuckin
Bitches always say what the hell does it mean? P is for the people who can't understand How one real nigga became a real man S is for the way I skeet
in the night I'm leaving when I like) Raise your cups and glasses Hope for real romance to come true (Make a toast to the vandals) (Make the most of your love for
talk to me But for real though its cool All the love an affection your giving me is cool Thank you For all the drawing pictures and letters Thank you for
songs or bangin' up in them streets Livin' day by day, and never by the minute Too much shit goin' on for this nigga to be up in it Crossed up, in the