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Five, four, three, two, one, you done when I see you Five, four, three, two, one, you done when I see you Five, four, three, two, one, one, you done when I see you Five, four, three, two, one, you done when I see you Five, four, three, two, one, one, you done when I see you What it is the king back in the buildin' Still stackin' and building, still rappin' to children Jeopardizin' ya deals, ballin' buyin' ya wheels Like it’s back when we was lil' and it’s still time to kill Quick displayin' ya skills, way underpayin' ya bills Spend a day in the field so how you sayin' you real Niggaz could never live how I live, you ain’t deservin' My lifestyle’s urban, never met me in person Just my bread suburban, in a red suburban On 24’s, 20 hoes givin' head, I’m swervin' Fuck boys piss they pants, scared and nervous I’m shell-shocked, black out like I been in the service Clean cut and reserved, but I tote George Garvin The closest thang you hoes seen to picture perfect Your rose gold king, my ring tight as a virgin cop Your dream I stopped fo I seen the top, nigga Five, four, three, two, one, you done when I see you Five, four, three, two, one, one, you done when I see you Five, four, three, two, one, you done when I see you Five, four, three, two, one, one, you done when I see you I treat the beats like the streets, on 'em, I do what I want to I ain’t gotta confront you, I’ll kill you if I want to Roam amongst monsters, kill homes and front you That lil' nigga swearin' he bad, eat him for lunch too Fuck you niggaz, Dominique slam dunk you niggaz Sucker punch aan one of you niggaz I was bein' nice at first now I’m runnin' through niggaz Whole crews, not just one or two niggaz 'Cuz you ain't representin' the south, you just embarassin' See you on TV in New York, them niggaz laugh at us The reason why DJ’s didn’t have a clue I was fabulous Now a days, not playin' my records well, hell it’s hazardous All this cussin', fussin', loud discussion’s out of my character Bustin' these niggaz melons and threatnin' all of they managers P S C is Atlanta, so how you playin' and handlin' Gorillaz wit bananaz, without playin' and banishin' King of the south, it was said once then Took a while to comprehend, now it all sunk in On the low, deal a mil, I ain’t done, come again Room dead, scene fled, fo the fedz runnin' in pimp Five, four, three, two, one, you done when I see you Five, four, three, two, one, one, you done when I see you Five, four, three, two, one, you done when I see you Five, four, three, two, one, one, you done when I see you Comin' live from the terror dome Shinin' lights on niggaz who got they skirts on tight wit mascara on All I have ever known, is 28 in the zone Give me a day and it's gone, a brick of yay and it’s on You have never known, me to run less I’m gunnin' at niggaz domes And runnin' 'em out the own territory Every story got a flip side to it And ya disc ain’t shit less the click ride to it And I’m gonna show you how the Westside do it In the A, not Cali, Bankhead, Simpson Valley Every crack in every alley, sellin' crack to every Tom, Dick, and Harry Every Kim, Sue, and Sally, till I tally up A big enough knot to buy me a yacht So then my pistols and my patnaz really all that I got I’m not, playin' at all, I’m sprayin' 'em all Still drop 'em down to size if they say that I’m small man Pussy cats can’t worry ya dawg Throwin' stones at the throne, I’m a bury ya all man Know ya faggot niggaz hate that I’m ballin' Makin' 30k a day and blow it all at the mall And man I can’t relate to what you rap on stage Nigga 'cuz I been sellin' yay since I was bow wow’s age ni