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[Chorus] YOU, you, YOU, you You don't know bout my crew (my crew) You don't know how we do (we do) If I was you I'd back the fuck up If you're talking that shit (Back the fuck up) You better run to your clique (Back the fuck up) If your trying to hit a lique (Back the fuck up) Bitch (Back the fuck up) Bitch (Back the fuck up) [Verse 1: Play] He say she say I don't care what they say Front on pla-zay Get your white-T sprayed With every minute, every hour, yeah I'm getting better I keep my mind on my money, gotta grind for the cheddar Suicide doors, and we riding on 4's Act like you know when you see a G-4 Fish tank, big bank, big thang, candy paint We smoke, we drink, my clique, top rank You got a rhymebook, you some punchlines I got a mean hook, now thats a punchline And you a better rapper, ha, thats funny Same clothes as high school, ha, thats funny Better yet, get money Cause we ain't getting younger It wasn't the money It was haters that gave me hunger You got five albums, but none in stores You never had a single, you never done a in-store [Chorus] [Verse 2: Skillz] You don't know shit about me and my crew And how we almost split a meal before the haze and twenty-two Don't act like you do, let me break the news Keep my name out your mouth cause you gon lose I got the beat knocking, you would think Dre did it Give props to take best, but you know Skillz and Play did it It ain't about no blue or red I rather chose a dead Pres, no offence to the feds I never half ass when it comes to the cash Better yet I speed up and I don't never come last Them hoes is kind of when I say I come first But they know what I mean when I come first Skeet skeet on a bitch But never hit a bitch I'm rich than a bitch, never kick it with a snitch Make you fold like a bitch I'm thrown like a pitch Come roll with my clique, they done sold them bricks bitch [Chorus] 2X