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You got me fucked with two and guitar, B-B-bar, get all you haters up. You got me fucked up with two guns and Guitar, B-B-bar, get all haters up. You me fucked up with two guns and guitar, B-B-bar, get all you haters up. Stars, G, MJ, G, Ross and bodyguard, callin' my homies said boys Actin' wild and hard. And when the party started, I know it's all Chillin'. I figured that everybody be leavin' they Home livin', steady low. Wanna do after too much, baby, You need to get from 'round it. We go crazy, man. These niggas comin' 'round talkin' 'bout they hot, But they not. Fuckin' with Fat Boy and Young Nigga, nigga, we the truth. Holla at a player, please, streets or the booth. We poppin' at you haters. Ash niggas break they hands at the club. Friend nigga take they G's and the ho. Y-O, nigga know what to do. When the L-I-T switch it on the nigga dog. Make, make, make, make. Kill, kill, kill. No motherfuckin' body in here, In here. Shots, Shots. Nobody done it, man. B-I-G. Make, make, make, make. Kill, motherfuckin' body in here, In Here. Shots, shots. Nobody it, man.