mad props to the tank
mad props to the dirty south
keep it real and hold it down
or your bound to dr-iz-own
the life of a beotch is tight
b-ilzn-eo-tch
that's how i'm livin'
i'm bout it bout it
i thought i told ya
fuck toldin' ya i told ya
never gave a fuck about no ho's or no bitches
what you sayin' huh? you nigga
yeah you bitch
yeah you ho
i ain't about livin' in no six by six
wearin' no mutherfuckin' jail stripes
been bout it from the start nigga
we raw nigga
you don't want to go to war nigga
we superstar niggas
we know who we are niggas
from poverty in the projects to livin' large niggas
you can tell i'm a soldier
tank dog all i wanna be
i'm a no limit soldier, nigga it's in my blood
i started rappin' so i wouldn't have to sell drugs
we rowdy nigga tryin' to get paid
we come strapped and we roll big
we represent that tru clique
playa haters yeah we know who you are
187 211 i'm bout it bout it nigga
i'm down to do whatever
girl feel me, and if you real
you're gonna love me 'til they kill me
all your friends think i'm just to thuggish for you
fuck all this beatin' around the bush bitch
make up your mind
either you do or you don't
let me hit it
pass the weed
i'm just tryin' to have a good time in this bitch
i'm tryin' to get my smoke on

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