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This messed up in here right now Mayne You got bars wearing skinny jeans Bragging out clothes like That's what that is Mayne Smell like unration around here Mayne Sensation know am saying I done peep the scene Every Tuesday boys getting did with no Vaseline So I already just do my solo thang (Me too) Other day it was a fighting population This lil' dude try to shank me with a Popsicle stick Almost got his face knocked out by this West Coast cat (Texas go hard) Crooked I (Let's get em) Yeah Eastside of a red L B C Pumps in my trunk on my L T D Sipping on that Hennessy it helps me breathe Who's next on the West might as well be me Fans get mad cause I ain't drop a album Ya favorite rapper hates on me how come A better questions how come I pull out guns on ya loud mouths I can't leave the house without one (Blah) Keep it real I don't need imitations Go guard your club I don't need invitations Your art is suck Crooked go hard as fuck Nigga so hard it's nuts I exceed limitations (Ow) Lyrical genius I breathe innovation Waiting to drop my CD but I'm patient Fuck the industry if they want me to sell out I can hit the streets for this cheese that I'm tasting (Yeah) Tony Touch told me not to conform Now I'm coming at you like a tropical storm And I'm knocking down every fucking obstacle born Not to conform like a Mormon who shoplift for porn After you rock I'm ma yawn Gimme the mic I'm ma rock till the dawn I'm a Big Poppa spit proper Big Pun With a big gun treat me like Pac when I'm gone Your everything I need (Sup Chamillionaire) Everything I want baby everything I need Do what you want me too (Your all we need) I would do everythang (Southwest connection) When start money for you (Know am talking bout) Ooohhhh baby (R I P Pimp muthafucking C) Yeah What else is there to do (R I P Easy muthafucking E) I don't know I don't know But I'll cry Yeah I know I'm sick enough to bless you ha choo The whole industry is gonna feel that flu The industry is wanting me to sell out too I ain't going lie Vanilla Ice I wanna sell like you Texas in my blood Pimp C and Screw Real close to my heart like a new tattoo Everybody that I'm looking at ain't true I guess I got a crooked I and I'm just like you Fans chat everyday about sells Both in the sink you can save yourselfs Show ya how to swim and I do it no help Me and y'all can't talk if it ain't about mail Last time I wore a backpack I was in school Silly little trans try'na player confused Skinny little jeans y'all look like some fools I don't talk too much so they say that I'm rude Was a duece duece now I'm on a duece six Money getting made and it look like you sick Wanna take mine but there's nothing you get And your wallet looking skinny as a F-ing tooth pick Get rich tick tick tick Boom Sliver I never really seen that spoon Plies ain't here so you can assume That I'm the realest rapper that you seeing in the room Got a deal with me going do the deal for free Was getting currency since C was still with P (Who) Currency I know you feel me G I ain't come with a army but never will retrieve Ya girl's still a freak that girl feeling me I let her open the door and let her feel the seat Drop another underground ya gotta hear me speak Can't listen to a tape and not hear the street Man another bites to dust Mayne They going have to step they game up Mayne It's one percent juice ain't cutting it Mayne One percent fruit juice man Man I need some preserves man (They starving us man) Some electrolytes man Crazy