G's By the 1,2,3's

Nigga you drunk man
Ah Nigga I drunk
I made the beat when I was drunk though
Ah I done fucked around and hooked ...
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Meer town up wit Harbor Row
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Yal don't know me my name TC

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The Po' Bummy Ass Mack is back on the scene
Bitches n niggas tryin to get me for the cream
Brother's on my nuts cuz they just too blind
Blind to the mind of a nigga on the grind
I start wheelin n dealin tryna serve
Step up to the mic and got loose with the verse
Didn't understand all the way that a I was maxxin n relaxing n taxin
A nigga seen action
Told me the first time, pay me you get served
Didn't leave knowin you got your manhood tooken
When I hit the hot spot I told you that it gets hot
Now you know that shit has just start cookin
Setting competition for you niggas who be trippin
Talk behind my back, I caught that ass slippin
You was on a mission good at your run but kept sleepin
Victim of homicide mack 10s creepin
Sleep behind my back and got snoops in your gat
Girls got jobs and now you wishin you can scat
Screaming to the mack 10 begging me for mercy
But I'm gone two stoges n I'm out

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Mr. Cee the villain on the under
Rapping correctly wit no beeps and no types of blunders
Hittin like a storm or a hurricane
Keepin niggas slippin from the sleep as I pour rain
Bouncing her out like O's? It's the Kilos!
Getting so rich I'm a change my name to Mr. C-NOTE
Cuz like Nike niggas wanna do it
It's was already done so get a boot to the gleuteus
And if not niggas get strangled
Bodies dangled, thrown in the truck, cut up n mangled
I smoke dank tho, spark up the flame ho
Cuz straight in '92 RBL stayin single
I stay alone in the muthafukkin ghetto
Where niggas say wassup n never say hello
So what do I do, to who do I turn?
Will the cops ever catch me or will I get burned?
But don't worry keep your pockets on fat
And never tell a groupie bitch who you gonna jack
And don't say Mr. Cee told ya
Cuz killas don't talk shit they get over

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Midtown Productions comin up in this rap game
Sportin a sack, not a rag or a fat chain
But where I grew up is just like a War Zone
Seem like niggas in the hood got they colors on
I stay color blind cuz I grew up wit these fools
Me n most of these niggas mob the old school
He wouldn't cross me I thought cuz I knew him
Now next time when I see him I'm a have to shoot him
I keep my bub (alcohol) on to keep from being nervous
Can't be leaving cuz they just might serve us
I got my Glock on my side ready for the drama
Can't even roll thru the set with my mom
The police won't leave me alone
They bringing up evidence so they can run in my zones
Amuses is doing her so I gotta watch out for these young brothers
My life is a scene not of Colors
The brother down the street is like Nino Brown
Til the one-time (Police) kicked his momma door down
He would admit he was locked at a motel
His momma got her house took but oh well
But he's a ballin cat and he said he would help her
So she's wearin silk n leather in a homeless shelter
God gives you life then your life is torn
That's how it is when youre livin in the ghetto storm

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Stepping in last but a nigga not least
It's the Black C nigga suckas on P
Or RBL Posse loungin around and countin Gs
Bitches on the dick get a grip cause you're houndin me
Can't you understand this shit is simple and plain
My niggas in the house by the name of Insane
And the nigga TC bitch the niggas kinda clever
Hooked up the beat, had us niggas come together
We Ain't got time for the niggas with the drama
I'll lay you across my lap spank that ass like ya momma
The big Nine Deuce stop drama clock duckets
So we can roll in Benzos, Beamers, not buckets
This goes to ya hoes too, straight on the plot
Settin niggas up, & tryna get him for his Nikes
Scandalous bitches out there schemin like demons
You better get a grip before ya ass kiss the semen
We Already through the maze put by the White man
Thinking black women wanna give them a hand
I can give a fuck I'm still do them switch ups
Switch up on a bitch quick so hoe press ya luck
I just better yet go get the 9 millimeta
Setting them niggas up dirty hoe I don't need ya
Then I kick back, steady counting my Gs
RBL and Insane countin the 1, 2, 3

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