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Do You Know Who I Am??
Who Am I Im Bo Hagon The Life I Lived It
Niggas Talkin Bout Hustlin And Ballin I Did This
Aint Talkin Bout Movies Im Tellin U Real s**t
Cant Talk, Haters Mite Try To Tell I Did s**t
U Can Catch Full Throttle On Hen And Remy Bottles
Gone Spend Couple Dollars On One Of My Hood Models
Cuz Ima Play The Game However The Chips Fall
Bo Hagon Got The Streets Jumpin Like A Criss Cross
So ******** It, Hop In The Bucket And Haul a**
Haters Mad Cuz The Tvs Dont Pop Out Yall Dash
If I Head To The Trunk It Done Went All Bad
Im Bout Grab A K And Spread Yall a**
Whats Hanninin, Whats Up (Whats Up) [X8]
Ay Throw Them Deuces Say Whats Happenin
Princess Im Flashin
Hoes Hate Me Cuz They Niggas Stare While Im Passin
Yea They Start Gaspin, Damn She So Sassy
I Can Spend Some Dollars You Still Wont Catch Me Laggin
Pimp, Without A Passion For Niggas Youll See Me Stackin These
Figures And Make All Of These Bitches Become A Has Been
Naw No Need For Braggin
No Time For Naggin
When U See Me In The Club Dont Hate Just Say Whats Haninin
Hey Baby Bien Aqui Papi Whats Up
Wheres Yo Cash Pesos Fetti Cheese And Dollars
At Now Let Me See Yo Bucks
Watch Me Shake My Laffy Taffy For Them Suckas Im That Hard
To Find Flavor
Sweeter Than A Watermelon And A Pack Of Now & Laters
Bubblelicious Thighs All Hexed Eyes When I Pass U
If Looks Could Kill Then I Be Trill And Bust U Like Some Caps,
They Ask U
Remindin Im That Good s**t Im That Coke For The Fiends
Genuine In These Jeans I Keep Em Crawlin On They Knees
My Partna' I See U, Amiga , Compadre
Que Paso, Que Paso, I Keep Purp From Ese'
I Smoke To Him He Hate Me, Cuz I Carry A.K.
Real Killas Like Jon 'nem, Bankhead, Will Spray
Super Hero Thats What You Wanna Be Thats Real Dumb Man
Say Whats Up To The Devil So We Can Still Have Fun Man
But I Stay Smokin, I Stay High.. Get Geeky Geeked Til The
Day That I Die
Im Startin To See Spaceships On Bankhead!
Whats Up Bo Hagon, Bankhead (Fa Bo)
Two Dollas And The Trappa Pulled A Blankcheck
Pulled Out All His Money Aint Seen A Big Face Yet!!
I Hate Gossip
And I don't walk around lookin for it, you know?, But
Yesterday It Seemed to just wander around until it found me,
the gossip found me
Then why don't you try proving it.
How? You don't know how to prove it?,
well, what you just do is...
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop... (Oo)
Stop, hatin' on a *****
that is a weak emotion
The lady of a *****
And you could get tipped
like ya waitin on a *****, and
Put a body bag and an apron on tha *****
I give my all behind the mic,
but you could never see, if you sit behind the light
You don't have to pick me.. to win the title fight
But I'm gone wear that championship belt so tight
And if I'm wrong, there is no right
And if I'm wrong, there is snow white
I'm tryna be polite, but you bitches in my hair like the f**kin po-lice
My flow is rare, these other rappers nice,
These other rappers bark,
Some of em' even bite
But I'm much more bright
I give the game sight
So before you dim the lights you just might... might... wanna
Think it over (think it over) Oo
Think it over (think it over) Baby
Stop... analyzin' criticizin',
You should realize what I am and start epidimizin'
Confident, I got the heart of the biggest lion
confident like f**k em all, pull out my d**k and ride it
My flow sick, so sick, it's like my s**t is dyin'
It rains a lot in my city, because my citys cryin'
Because my citys dyin'
But I emerge from all of that, I am a livin pion-eer, sighin.
[Gossip lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]
Fear God, not them
Steer my Robin Coupe through the streets of the boot... and
And, then I leave tub in the boot, I leave a blood bath,
Sorry there's a tub in the boot, now where the drugs at?
Like the strings on shoe No ***** f**k that
I'm twisted like the string on a boot, now where New Orleans at?
I feel hip hop stole me like a bus pass
So in your possession, I must ask...
Hey, haven't I been good to you? (Think it over)
Tell me, haven't I been sweet to you?
Drag my name through the mud
I come out clean
Cast away stones
I won't even blink
A gun is not a math problem,
I won't even think
Just leave you dead like the mink
under my sink
Don't believe in me
Don't believe me
I graduated from hungry,
and made it to greedy
My flow is like pasta
Take it and eat it
But I'ma need g's if I'm bakin' a
You niggas want beef?
I want a steak and uh, we be
Lost in Amsterdam or Jamaica where we be
Hard body *****, just takin it easy
All about my paper, bout my paper like Eazy
Why do rappers, lie to rappers, lie
to fans, lot of rappers, lot of rappers
Lie like actors, cut the mothaf**kin cameras
Cut the check..f**k your props
I AM hip hop.
I'm not dead. I'm alive