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Makin' moves while playin' Cool, not a average dude Rollin' so clean, Talkin' down on me, you was pitiful It's critical, Open up your mind, give you a visual Murder The beat like I'm a killer with some stereos Spittin' facts and it's makin' me racks Run up In my bag, we still intact And we go Back just like the Thundercats Playa way to be Exact, now don't let that 'Cause you can love The game but sometimes it will never love you Back I'm the nigga chosen, that nigga smokin' You One-mask nigga so y'all women, she know you bogus You move 'round with the S, you real? Bitch, I'm the coldest You watchin' and you stalkin' Me, yeah, ho, I notice And always know I'm On my shit, I'm in my bag Hustlin' on My soldier mode, I hold my rag I kill The game and stomp the flames, I hold the Bag Playa haters, purple traitors, y'all be some Flags Movin' up, ain't done enough, Show us the bag I run it up, I Count it up, gotta keep it real Movin' up, Ain't done enough, show Us the bag I run it up, I count It gotta keep it real up, ain't done enough, Show us the bag I run it up, I Count it up, gotta keep it real Movin' ain't Done enough, show us up, gotta keep real