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Yeah [3x] Yo I'm a gangsta, outlaw; indoor, outdoor I been doin it, coke I been movin it Before you niggas thought of the block I been through with it Keep confusin this music shit, die for some foolishness Frontin like you a hardware usin bitch You hit the block, prolly lose your whip So playboy, what type of paper is you playin wit Still hate war, still want peace And I still can't stand to see blacks beefin y'all still sleepin and we still eatin Still bring that heat, wilin out on the weekends Aiyo, besides all the money and riches But not me, I'm too cocky Son we multiply, nigga we don't die We got some, real niggas, real blingas, real money makers No, we got some, real niggas, real blingas, real money makers No play, Bad Boys on top They won't stop