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King B Don T Get Around Much More

joke You fuck around, you could get your ass smoked Look, its not a game, me B, I ain't playing Beep behind me player, so you here anyway You don't hear

'm the king with it And, you don't wanna come behind me with it bro Uggh, I killed this shit I ain't gotta rhyme no more [Twista:] Welcome to my hood

And you know who you are deaf nigga'll get the message Malik or M-E-M-P-H Bleek Fuck around and be a B-I-T-C-H sleek Cuz all that yappin dude will get

blood, peace almighty We all thugs and we run the streets nightly And get my lawyer, why? Cause I ain't coppin' out And I fuck wit b-boys who bring them

And you know who you are deaf nigga'll get the message Malik or M-E-M-P-H Bleek Fuck around and be a B-I-T-C-H sleek Cuz all that yappin dude will get

fuck all that flirting I'm trying to get in some draws So put me on with these hoes homey's He said don't rush to get grown drive slow homey Drive slow

out to the Kottonmouth krew Damn that gets old, wearin' ties that don't fit Dirty wife beaters, I should just quit But I don't give a shit my rhymes

] Y'all can keep y'all weak beats, from your corny producers There's a new king of the streets, you're gonna get used to I was the old king of the streets

by the time you get this letter It's four pages but my name ain't Aaliyah I don't know much about biology or chemistry Failed the S.A.T.'s, study Brooklyn