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[Hook: B.o.B] Put me on anything, still I bet I bust Put me anywhere on the map, I bet I bust This is what I does so, please don't gas me up Matter of fact, give me fifteen minutes and a bag of bud I bet I bust [Verse 1 - B.o.B] Yo, bud boys, bet I bust, that's just what I does, yes Put me anywhere on the map with a backpack strapped, still I bet I bust Bet I flow, bet I rip this beat, bet I feel that soul Bet I go, bet I bench these niggas like Ray, sit down bro Bet I know everything about this game, bet I know my role But they know when I come to the court this is my sport, B-dot-o-B So bet I'm gone, bet I'm on a brand new plane Bet I'm in a whole different zone I ain't really from this place, so I'm up all night long Really I'm in outer space, really ain't got no home Really I'm a saint, bet I'm blown, bet I'm thrown Up to the sky, over the ocean So I'll fly, wherever I'm going When I'm by, bet I'm focused If it's fire, you can bet I roll it Matter of fact, you can bet I bust [Hook] [Verse 2: T.I.] Yeah, hey, gather round, front and center, the King finna enter The room when the boom hit the booth, I deliver The hottest, you probably too small to acknowledge, you Impossible to copy like what everybody try to do We cool as some dudes on them waves out in Malibu I'm falling hard baseline, ball through the alley-oop (bang!) Coming through this thing like James In the air, off the rim I hang Nigga, this king Pretend you forgot my name if you wanna I'ma come hard like a boner, don't I Make a nigga wanna rebound, turned up all the way We amped, two or three tramp With 'em in the mill, same Bentley Niggas said they do it like us, you shitting me? '96, '97 in Atlanta Didn't we have more blocks than Mutombo, Dikembe? For those who can't hold water, need new kidneys Put 'em down under Australia, Sydney And I'm still representing For the niggas on the prison yard, tuned in, listening I'm back to doing big things A sucker looking for me, start in your bitch's dreams Or twenty feet tall standing on the big screen Get dough, big green, my flow sickening; it's the King, nigga [Hook] [Verse 3: Playboy Tre] Yeah, back with a cup of that liquor, nigga Y'all don't really know Tre Really know me, really know the streets, no Y'all niggas really ain't G, really ain't hard Never really served no hard, y'all be playin that role Talking that pimp shit, never really pimp shit, nah Y'all be saving them hoes, but I don't and I won't I'll get a bitch anytime I want I'm that guy, spit that fire, shake the ground everytime I stomp Beat in the trunk, cup in the air You can talk shit but I really don't care Man I'm in the Cadillac Gun go rat-tat-a-tat-tat but a nigga ain't scared From that Red Clay, east of the A Young niggas get locked up everyday Cops ain't shit, so I drop that shit Have it drop on 'em, make it through the day Grindin for my pay, it's that nigga Tre Busting like a pistol best believe it when I say that I bust [Hook]