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G.O.D!

I'm scared of ya'll I'm scared of I'm scared of ya'll... (quiet)

Yo, ya'll little girls a song hoes sing
Ya'll need back tattos, toe rings
Eye brows arched, belly the whole thing
Who, oh-no, low blows, to the coke
I sold blow thug things, I'm a slinger
I run a ring can't put it on yah finger
I wasn't born a singer, but let the storm just
I'm the muslim from new york, I'm mortis
Off ice, but on ice, the chill
Dummi pay attention, fiends got the funny pills
I'm glocked up, yah chest I red dot up
You can taste it, test it, strech it I got the best baby
I'm a hustler used skills god gave me
Know cop cars you can un mark-em baby
Bills they mark-em crazy, yah gaurd up lazy
Had run ins the atf, marks, and navy

Man I might just quit you know the cycles
When go to court to snitch, on michael vick?
I'm scared of ya'll, I'm scared of ya'll, I'm of ya'll

Ay yo! some lean, when I the lar
A 100 grand here
pets dogs, cats, panda bears
Liqour, came up here off the chandaler
But baby while standin here
Let's go rant a year
Said cam thts the and the sand right there?
I looked at her and nodded like, you damn there
Mah you drunk too much, yah here and here
I love the public but I don't need the fan
I read the fan it help me hustle when I'm tryna make this damn mail
Or pay my man bail
I'm and jill kept the water in the tan pail
Fuck school my teacher that I can't fail
Cops in the club sippin on champell, tell
on tapein on the hand held
Before you cross the you need your hand held
Before you get hit, I spit sick, dip

Man I might just quit you the cycles sick?
When they go to court to snitch, on michael
I'm scared of ya'll, I'm scared of ya'll, I'm of ya'll

Don't get your rifles, my rivals, want no rivalry
Hand on the baby boy, I ain't yah idol b?
You idol me? shit why you listenin?
No o.t I'm ridin on the michelin
I'm tryna get dividends, a 100, 000 kid a spend
If the edition is new? Biv and them
I might get rid of the site I might revist in
as my neighbors, I'm a lower body citizen
Shit, I wish the lord could fin my friends
To fly to comply, we was on a then
Vision girls use to call us the men
Cause we was cookin more then them it whip it in
Let the shit begin, we get it how we it in,
The shipment, that they shippin, sittin, there on the ship, my friend
Baby boy that's you coppin coke, alot to rope
I'm a city slicker, can knock a boat

Man I might just quit you know the cycles
When they go to to snitch, on michael vick?
I'm scared of ya'll, I'm scared of ya'll, I'm of ya'll