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The definition of a playa hater
A busta
A bitch with a dick
A violator of the Sixth Bar of the Mack Game
Busta with a complex
"Man, you know that nigga Khayree fuckin' Mac Mall out his money, man" (aha)
You know that nigga Lay ain't gon' get paid (aha)
I heard Ray Luv in jail and shit (for real)
Little old bitch-ass muthafuckas
Mac Mall
Young Lay
Ray Luv
I'ma need y'all to come in, man
I need the whole Young Black Brotha Records line-up to come in
And spit some game to these lil' old bitches with dicks
Playa-hatin' busta-ass nuthin'-ass niggas
Now you nuthin'-ass niggas check game
Hey playa, don't it be a point in your life
Where you just wanna smoke a muthafucka, man?
(Fuck yeah!)
Man, you get to trippin' on some of that wild shit
Hoes and flauntin' shit
A nigga tryina kick back, man, you know
Be real about his fetti though
They all in a nigga mix
What's up, Mac Mall, Ray Luv
What's up, playas?
Hey man, that be them in the way ass niggas, Lay
'Cause it's like this, man
When my album came out, man
Next thing you know it's a million muthafuckas in my face
Askin' me so many questions
Shit
Young Ray Luv, what's up man?
(Jealous ass muthfafuckas)
Yo, we tryina come real about the fetti though
(Hell yeah)
That's right
Check this out
You know we all about that money, man
Got no time to be trippin' on that stupid shit
Little old biaatch
Ah, it's goin' down
(That's right)
But anyway
Who finna serve 'em some of that old pimp shit, man?
(I think Ray Luv)
Your nigga Young Ray Luv in the house
(I think I'm finna come on first)
Tell 'em muthafuckas
One mo' time for the streets of Killa Cali
Grew up on the dank and shootin' dice up in the alley
Back when niggas had names like Rock Tee, Chin and Butta
O.G. game from the muthafuckin' gutter
I guess it was cool when a nigga had no riches
'Cause niggas did P.H. and run they mouths like bitches
Much love for the hood, what up, nigga, where's my homies?
Show love for these niggas, but they ain't got no love for me
Jealous as fuck when I got love from the Crest niggas
But all I get is mean mugs from you West niggas
Now that I think these muthafuckas is so funny
Gon' peel a nigga's cap for a trick-ass snow bunny
You better check your heart and your brain, mayne
I think you niggas need to get up on some game, mayne
Picked up on your ho, I'm gettin' jocked by your steady
All I want the money though, I'm all about my fetti
Nigga
Money money money's all I know
I gots no time to waste with you trickin' punk-hoes
Money money money's all I see
You need to get some game and quit fuckin' with me
Money (I'm all about my fetti) money
(I'm all about my fetti) money
(I'm all about my fetti) money
Now half of these niggas is falsified
The rest is full of mess, so they tend to hide
A lotta them is cowards who be actin' hard
Some is tired-ass tricks who will never get far
Some is straight dope fiends tryna grind they alley
But they still pushin' pebbles to this muthafuckin' day
Some start funk over hoes and blame it on somethin' else
Them niggas need to check theyself
But the sucker that I hate the most
Is the busta full of envy, mad 'cause he broke
Every night he be stressin', thinkin' that his hoe wanna get me
I wouldn't fuck her with yo dick, she ain't got nothin' to give me
'Cause your nigga is broke, so hoe, I know you're starvin'
So, you won't have to worry about Mac Mall harmin'
Your boyfriend and girlfriend relationship
I got my money and my cuddies, who needs a bitch?
Mac Mall will never get played, I'ma stay sess ways
And you know I'm all about that money
Money money money's all I know (that's all I know, nigga)
I gots no time to waste with you trickin' punk-hoes
(Fuck them hoes and them niggas)
Money money money's all I see (that's all I see in the Triple C)
You need to get some game and quit fuckin' with me
(Stop fuckin with me)
Money (I'm all about my fetti) money
(I'm all about my fetti) money
(Yeah, my nigga Young Lay, come serve them fools) money
Gettin' blimped with a tramp up on a Ronnie dock confusin' what's right
To hide the doubt, so I grab my money and my lle', hey
Why do us youngsters be so nervous?
Niggas creepin' all through these turfs
Plus, these po-po's tryin' to serve us, yeah
But I kick back and just stack with my fuckin' clan
And kick that gangsta rap and spit about my gangsta macks
On rap tracks and spit for those that copy free
And give 'em they dap and tell 'em it ain't a day without drink and weed
G's get stacked, now who's a mack, yeah, the nigga shook ya
Ki's of crack get cut down, but but not by the cooker
But yo, the crookers, watchin' me all the time
But I keep lookin' and keep a nine by my spine
Or to my side, 'cause when I ride, you'll never know
But if it's over some dough, Young Lay is quick to let it go
And let him know, nigga, that this is loc side
Home of the Mac, playa pros, squares run and hide
'Cause tonight we gonna do it just like this
But if your ho is choosin', nigga, the mics in my fist
Some of this mixed with a whole lotta that
Old threw in with new, it made my fetti fat
Money money money's all I know
I gots no time to waste with you trickin' punk-hoes (trickin' punk-hoes)
Money money money's all I see
You need to get some game and quit fuckin' with me
Money (I'm all about my) money (facts)
(I'm all about my) money (facts)
(I'm all about my) money (facts)
Money
Money
Money
Money
Ah, yeah
You know what I'm sayin'?
There it is right there
And there you have it, muthafuckas
Straight muthafuckin' game
From three pimpin'-ass young playin'-ass muthafuckas
Ray Luv, Mac Mall, and Young pimpin'-ass Lay
You know what I'm sayin'?
They just touched it on that sixth bar of them 32 muthafuckin' bars
You muthafuckin' busta-ass niggas with complexes
Broke punk-ass muthafuckas that always got your muthafuckin' nose into somebody else shit
Now what you need to be doin' is gettin' your own muthafuckin' game tight
You understand me?
And, uh
You know what I'm sayin'?
Put some fetti in your own muthafuckin' pockets
'Stead of runnin' round here talkin' bout what the fuck is we doin', you know what I'm sayin'?
'Cause we straight growin' on the green
Ain't got no time for the in-between, you know what I'm sayin'?
So all you busta-ass niggas
Fuck y'all, we all about the fetti, mayne (all about the fetti, man)
(All about the fetti, man)
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