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[Big Boi] 
Well it is I, the pimp playin nigga that you heard about 
Yeah, I got the money and a half a million dope houses 
I got the hookers on the go and playa rhymes that I fuck with 
I buy amps that pops my trunk swift 
I've been a player since the age of two 
That's when I learned to walk, grab my crotch, talk 
Do how them hoe sellers do 
See born and raised as a pimp, that's what I claim to be 
Always claimin true to what I do and then fuck what I see 
I pledge allegiance to the streets, that's where I growed up 
And make my money cuz my daddy never showed up 
But fuck it, I'm on my own, I'm in my zone 
And nothin wrong, you don't belong, you left me standing alone 
Yeah, I'm the nigga with the feather in my hat 
Finger waves and snake skins, shit, I got all that 
But you ain't know I'm the one dippin and dodgin bullets 
The price you pay when you behind it steady tryin to pull it 
So Dolemite, Dolemite not shit, I studied the Mack and Rudy Ray Moore 
They were my idols when I was a kid 
From nappy head, greasy face, eatin watermelon 
To drug dealer, armed robber, now, to big felon 

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I wonder how you would react if you was in my shoes 
I put in work and did the dirt, that's how I payed my dues 
Uh, 1-2-3, that's how it be 
So all the real niggaz step up like the playas that's in back of me 

All heavenly Father, why do you even bother watchin over me 
Growin up a little G, my mama thought I'd grow to be 
A lawyer or a doctor but I felt like comin harder 
Packed a shank up in my socks when I started kindergarten 
This ain't no secret garden, so you fly when niggaz flee 
If it is one of my own, I'm lettin the trigger be 
Cuz I got love for any nigga who got love for me 
And then I get a slap of dap when I'm slangin quarter keys 
Just tryin to make it, then of age, come through, take it 
I ain't forgot about y'all women who be workin niggaz butt naked 
At Magic City, shakin titties just to pay the rent 
Lord, tryin to hustle must be somethin that was heaven sent 
But I ain't got no sense, that's what I got them thinkin 
I think about payback, strap myself and keep on dankin 
Cuz I be takin the rough side of the mountain 
If you cross my path, I'll leave you drainin like a fountain 
Yes it's been like that since way back, in 1975 
Been taught to hustle with muscle and even try to strive 
So little botty bwoy better say your prayers 
You better learn some street sense before somebody lay ya 

chorus: repeat 4X

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