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Genre
Charts
Peak #3,636
Peak in subgenre #1,974
Author
Sleepy Poet
Rights
Sleepy
Uploaded
August 22, 2005
Track Files
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MP3 1.7 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Intro
Chorus:
I ain't playing no games just test me son?
Run upon these mothafuckaz and blast the gun
I ain't playing no games I don't trust noone
They ask me if I'm done homie I've just begun
I make it hard to breathe if u mess with me
These small time rappers don't want no beef
If u don't like my rhyme man shut ya mouth
I'm still number one represent the south
Vers1:
Waking up half-drunk, got the Remy next to me
I’m getting dressed up, throwin' on my jewellery
I'm not actin at all, u don't wanna piss me off
I don't care bout u, ya car or ya clothes by Chistian dior
Oh u wanna fight me? I'm like Mohammed ali
Kid don't want no beef, u way outta ya leuge
Zip ya mouth dogg, I let the muzzle sparkle
I'll be "pumping' iron" like my name was Arnold
Go ahead n test me, do for the thrill
I've changed my perspective since Fuad got killed
I know I couple killaz I mention no names
But dogg best believe I don't play no games
I've walked though flames, no blood or no crips
but I've seen my friends turn into rapists
I'm really a nice guy, But u better show respect
Don't forget that I'm straight out the fucking projects
Chorus:
I ain't playing no games just test me son?
Run upon these mothafuckaz and blast the gun
I ain't playing no games I don't trust noone
They ask me if I'm done homie I've just begun
I make it hard to breathe if u mess with me
These small time rappers don't want no beef
If u don't like my rhymes man shut ya mouth
I'm still number one represent the south
Vers2:
Hand on my Johnson, get my gin n juice on
Down to cruise son just gotta put my shoes on
I'm still the same person, I've only aged
Strong enough to bend the fucking bars on the cage
My friends like shiiit these bitches want some
we'll see what up when I run n get my gun
Bust a few shots and leave the ground red
If U ain't scared to come out then I bet u grounded
U behave like a bitch, u a baby, an infant
U can plead innocent, u can bleed innocent
Prices on ya head cuz u refused to listen
Half of these rappers got their fucking heart missing
I shine so strong these fuckaz really hate me
MC's don't like me cuz I'm far from mainstream
I steal my beats but the rest is original
Mankind's evil yeah so what if I'm cynical
South side Sweden represent to the fullest
Exposing the truth, it's been written on bullets
Chorus:
I ain't playing no games just test me son?
Run upon these mothafuckaz and blast the gun
I ain't playing no games I don't trust noone
They ask me if I'm done homie I've just begun
I make it hard to breathe if u mess with me
These small time rappers don't want no beef
If u don't like my rhyme man shut ya mouth
I'm still number one represent the south
Outro
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