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[Intro] Five (five), four (four), three (three), two (two) One you done when I see (see) you (you) [Hook] Five (five), four (four), three (three), two (two) One you done when I see (see) you (you) Five (five), four (four), three (three), two (two) One (run) you done when I see you Five (five), four (four), three (three), two (two) One you done when I see (see) you (you) Five (five), four (four), three (three), two (two) One (run) you done when I see (see) you (you) [Verse 1] Ay, what it is, the king back in the buildin' Still stackin' and buildin', you still rappin' to children Jeopardizin' your deals, caught up buyin' your wheels Like its back when we was little and its still time to kill Quit displayin' your skills, way underpayin' bills Spend a day in the Ville, on how you saying you real Niggas could never live how I live, you ain't deservin' My lifestyle's urban, never met me in person Just my bread suburban, in a red suburban On 24's, 20 hoes giving head, I'm swervin' Fuck boys pissed they pants, scared nervous I'm shell-shocked, black eye, like I been in the service Clean, cut, and preserved, but I told George Gervin The closest thing your ho seen, in picture perfect The rolls gold king, my ring tight as a virgin (???) The dream I stop 'fore I seen the top (nigga) [Hook] [Verse 2] I treat the beats like the streets, on em I do what I want to I ain't gotta confront you, I'll kill if I want to Roam amongst monsters, kill homes and front you That lil nigga swearin' he bad, eat him for lunch too Fuck you niggas, Dominique slam dunk you Niggas sucka punch down one of you niggas I was being nice at first, now I'm runnin' through niggas Whole crews, not just one or two niggas Cuz you ain't representin' the south, you just embarassin' See you on t.v. in New York, them niggas laughin' The reason why D.J.'s ain't have a clue I was fabulous Now days not playin' my record well, hell its hazardous All this cussin' for some loud discussions, outta my character Bussin' these niggas melons, and threatenin' all of they managers P.$.C.'s Atlanta, so how you playin' and handlin' Gorillas with bananas without playin' and banishin' King of the south, it was said once then Took a while to comprehend, that all sunk in On the low deal a mil, I ain't done come again Room dead, scene fled, 'fore the feds runnin' in [Hook] [Verse 3] Comin' live from the Terra-Dome Shinin' lights on niggas who got they skirts on tight with mascara on All I have ever known, is 28 in the zone Gimme a day and its gone, a brick of yeh and its on You have neva known, me to run 'Less I'm gunnin' at niggas domes And runnin' them out they own Territory, every story gotta flipside to it And your disc ain't shit unless the click ride to it And I'mma show you how the Westside do it In the A, not Cali, bank heads, (???) valley Every crack and every alley sellin' crack And every time diggin' hairier Every Kim, Sue, Sally, til I tally up A big enough knot to buy me a yacht So then my pistols and my partnas really all that I got I'm not, playin' at all, I'm sprayin' 'em all This K'll chop 'em down to size, cuz they say that I'm small man Pussycats can't worry the dog Keep throwin' stones at the throne, I'mma bury you all man Know, you faggot niggas hate that I'm ballin' Makin' 30k a day and blow it all at the mall, and man I Can't relate to what you rap on stage, nigga Cuz I been sellin' yeh since I was Bow Wow's age nigga Hear my daddy and my cousin talkin' to me from the grave And all they say is "Young nigga get paid!" [Hook] - 2X