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I'm so disrespectful,
So so so disrespectful,
I'm so disrespectful,
So so so disrespectful

You daddy fucked your momma then fucked your sister,
Then climbed in your bed playing with your shutter,
Go 'head take your belt off and hang yourself,
Matter of fact grab your strap and bang yourself,
Jay's a big man, he's too big to respond,
I'm a big d-ck you know the one everybody on,
Your goin' make me sing murder was the case
Pull this trigger shit ping ping, should start at the face,
I'm international, I'm never home man,
I've goin' so long my accent changed,
Better watch who you fuck with man,
Or you goin' make me carve you up now straight
Come on Game you'll never be my equal,
Your homie shoot dogs, my nigga shoot people,
See me I'm what your never goin' be,
I'm in that tax bracket your never goin' see,
When you cross me

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That nigga Buck like Game tell momma he don smoked the T-V,
I didn't know he fucked with more dope than B-G,
Plus a nigga sipped more syrup than Pimp C,
Man keeping these motherfuckers rich ain't easy,
Especially when a nigga wanna stunt like Jeezy,
And his cd's didn't sell like his CD's,
Man that nigga blew all of his chips like breezy's,
Mad cos the world won't treat him like Weezy,
I don't give a fuck nigga please believe me,
No nigga in the vocal booth around can see me,
It's crazy how I make this shit sound oh so easy,
They say fifty not on Buck with him he oh so greasy,
Yeah he used to share that paper now he oh so greedy,
Its funny how they shit on niggas then they need me,
See me I'm number one I'm loading up my gun,
I catch ya if you dun, you pussy nigga run

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They say first comes love then comes marriage,
Instead I got Shaniqua in the baby carriage,
Then came the cash then the baby momma drama,
I gave the bitch a half a mill,
She blew it on prada,
I remember when I met da bitch and she ain't had nada,
Now got my son on some fly shit,
Now I got to buy shit,
Man I can't even flunk shit cos everybody want shit,
Everybody mad, damn even my dad,
And I don't even know him now how the fuck I owe him,
I ain't giving nobody shit I'm a show them,
I gave Game hits, he told me to suck d-ck,
Start screaming West side and Dre ain't say shit,
Now we just eat of 'em and when I talk to Em
A smile comes on his face,
He told me whats the case,
Enemies stay enemies,
But friends they change,
Niggas go crazy over money my man

[Chorus]

Writer : JUSTIN KEITH HENDERSON, CURTIS JAMES JACKSON, CHRISTOPHER JOHN WHITACRE
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, SONGS OF UNIVERSAL, INC. OBO HENDERWORKS PUBL. CO.