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I Ain't Takin No Shorts

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Told y'all, y'all should of never let no limit in this muthafucka

'Cuz once we get in, we be takin' over shit

And we gone off that chopsuey, marinatin'

Blowin' switches to da world

(Bitch, fuck ya)I'm 'bout the baddest nigga, no doubt

From West to the South, back to ya house

Nigga in an out quickly, stick ye for ya whole fifty

(What?)Nigga, I'm on bitches, quickly

Niggas can't stick me they tries but they dies

They'll fuck around, I ain't lying, fuck wit me, you out yo' mind

I'll slap you wit my right hand and I'm still writing wit itHands quicker than lightning but fuck fighting

Bread, ice is why I'm slicing cake

You niggas need to bow down to the street king

From the 3rd Ward

(Calliope, hoe)Bitch that's it New Orleans

Face like an 8th Grader, ain't the bigga nigga, a wind might blow

But while I'm here, a deaf person won't fuck wit me if they don't know

Man, No Limit run this bitch like a marathonBitch, my click is thick

Deeper than a whole Southern down baritone

How da fuck y'all gon' fade me?

How da fuck y'all gon' play me?That's how we made it, from knocking niggas out

Who try to fucking play me

Y'all think y'all could but y'all can't

That's money in the bank, how da fuck y'all gon' stop a TankI ain't takin' no shorts

Whether it be in this rap game or the dope game

Bitch I'm still the manI ain't takin' no shorts

Whether it be in this rap game or the dope game

Bitch I'm still the manI say hustler, fuck these busters

Who da fuck gon' stop me? None of y'all

Bitches be in my face

I gets the gun, run all of y'all'Cuz y'all some tricks

Stop tricking these hoes stop bitching these hoes

Punk ass niggas be having dicks

Y'all need to have clicks you punk ass hoesI stay posted from sun down to sun up, you run up, you get done up

Best believe the spot get hot like summer

'Cuz I be the man, look deep into my eyes

Bitch y'all get scared by the 6 foot 6 wise guyMr. like shoot it out wit the police

Mr. I gives a fuck, I gots this D seventeen 5 a key

Birds, you haven't heard?

I'm from that 3rd, bitch when shit get badI put the dope up my stars on the curb

And start hitting fools, in the dice game

I might man, hit 'em all night man

'Cuz I'm all night long gone off that fucking night trainNo doubts, I'm in the house

Outs the back when the police hit

No doubt they can't catch me

I'm out this bitchI ain't takin' no shorts

Whether it be in this rap game or the dope game

Bitch I'm still the manI ain't takin' no shorts

Whether it be in this rap game or the dope game

Bitch I'm still the manI ain't takin' no shorts

Whether it be in this rap game or the dope game

Bitch I'm still the manI'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man

(Who's the man?)

I'm the man, bitch I'm the man

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