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You know what it is, G-Unit! Ha, yeah, yeah. I'm the Prince of the Ville. I'm the Prince of the Shout out to Lil' Rock! Yeah, Gangsta Grizzie. Spiritually, I'm the best, man, you already know. So this time around, I'ma dumb down my flow. Man, it's very few rappers used to get it Off snow. From my mouth to y'all ears, Man these niggas is hoes. Run around to the broads saying how fake I Am. Then you see me in the streets and You shaking my hand. Then you pull off in your ride and you Playing my jams. Nigga, make up your mind, is you a hater Or fan? Damn. Y'all niggas acting way too tough. Don't make me send my niggas through there, make You shut the fuck up. Shh, I ain't getting into all that he say, She say. My niggas take hits like Buck and DJ. Yeah, tell me what you know about Star. Pull off from the club with your bitch in The car. Have her mind blown from that shit In a jar. Yeah, pop another bottle, Nutty, twist another gar. Yeah, get another bitch, fuck it, we all rich. Shit, if we ain't, your baby mama convinced. Yeah, if he ain't, how he talk so slick? 'Cause on the low in '04, we really bought Those bricks. Yeah, the case is beat, We fucking with rap. And Pac Man running with us so they calling Him Back. He officially grind hard, So I gut his back. Eastside heavy hitters don't do nothing but trap. Yeah, the streets respect a nigga 'cause I grind And ball. They say, "Star, he been getting love Behind the walls." Take this mixtape money, Go and buy me a coupe. See, I'm reminding you of what you trying to Do