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They callin' me to came back to tha streets

who, Sean b A.K.A or a sharp crease said it was necessary

these sucka nigga out here very scary

they cuffin hole they livin' in tha month of February

ok den put a sense a nigga on display den

kick in ya door and have my folks to bring them K's in

I'm still added A double T.I.C

it ain't no hoe out there foreal who don't know bout me

bitch I'm foshow wit it

don't make me pop that trunk to tha lack bitch I will go get it

and I ain't selfish I will let you and yo folk feel it

wont catch me sippin' on no cris and got a cold belly

its Youngbloodz A-TOWN malt liqua sippin

comin' straight from tha gutta

toe taggin a mutha fucka leave him unda a cova

lil john he drop them beats and make them bounce like rubba

Sean Paul he toat tha heat that will make u mug then slugga



[Chorus]

if you don't give a damn we don't give a fuck

[Repeat 4x]

don't start no shit it won't be no shit [x4]

[Repeat 4x]



[John B]

I post up get to it drank hand and hand

they call me mister harin bone cuz that's my right hand man

old school straight foolish like no otha indeed

wit lil john its Youngbloodz get crunk as can be

added crew 105 thats if u lookin to rumble

cock back and bust ay now I done got yo numba

in tha club u gone feel it when it drop this summa

like rain we gone pour and hit u hard like thunda

cuz in tha dirty we them bois that drank you unda a table

where them niggaz pimp hoes fly suits and gatas

in my Chevy so supa I'm tha one to call

jus dial 1-800-400/acohol

and dog I'm not tha one you jus wanna clown

I'm coo in my way but shit still I shut em down

jus piss on em hatas

J Bo he cuts a foo in a cut bout sizzled somewhere thats how we do



[Chorus]



[Sean Paul]

out of town hard head get swiss g's up

and you gone need mo stitches to patch that leak up

jump like ree

up I'm all GB'd up

wit tha plush leatha gut steady grippin tha butt

ooo you foshow wit it

a pull ya pistol show a nigga you ain't hoe wit

and I ain't selfish I will let you and yo folk feel it

talkin' big boy shit mean muggin like a mutha fucka wit my hand on my dick



[John B]

yeah yeah cuz I'm for real we keep it jumpin' like it ain't nothin new

we started off we shake em off so hey partner or guess who

its dem boys from dat bottom who took you down 85

and hit you wit that U WAY so rookie don't be surprised

we buckin blowin killa and sippin on sumthin good

I'm peepin out tha scenery wishin a nigga would

in case it jus might pop I'm out ready to lock and load

to take you through tha south to show you how we throw them bows, yeah
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