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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Apollo Brown
Performer
Guilty Simpson
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Erik Stephens
Composer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yo
Uh, motherfucker
(One man)
I don't need a big mob, motherfuckers, I'm
(One man)
And y'all can't fuck with us
Dice Gang
[Verse 2]
Uh, yeah
(One man)
Yeah
(One man)
Ya'll, okay, uh
[Verse 3]
This might be the last time, it might be the last rhyme
They might blast .09s, they might hit me
They might get me, I might had that with me
I might get them with that .50
[Verse 4]
They might frisk me, I might be clean
I might not be, yeah, that's iffy
'Cause I mighta heard you dropped someone, called the cops
So that .50 I mighta had's history
[Verse 5]
Might need whiskey, I might need Hen-n-y
I'm longer in the tooth but I'm deadly as any
I'm mighty, yeah, I heard you rappers don't like me
But, I bet a gram, won't fight me
[Verse 6]
Uh, yeah, I might black out, pull a MAC out
Clap out, Swiss cheese your little trap house, flat out
Yeah, these rappers get too much hype
So, I lash out and strike with superhuman might, I'm
[Verse 7]
(One man) Yeah, I don't need a squad
Ask around, they say, he's the problem, just
(One man) With the heart of ten
Bring 'em all, I'll spark your men, I'm just
[Verse 8]
(One man) At a time
I'm checking your whole squad for getting out of line, motherfucker, I'm
(One man) That's me
And all I need to make 'em bleed and suffer, what?
[Verse 9]
I gave Moe to the ghetto, stray bullets
OJ random acts and a mission, fuck that
Show me where the money at (Money at)
All I care about is the hundred stacks, fuck that kick
[Verse 10]
Yeah, a lotta y'all fake, so stay out my face
I don't trust so I treat 'em all like snakes
I don't duck and tip-toe around the place
The foes buck and turn you into a pile of steaks
[Verse 11]
Why I'll relate, similar backgrounds
We don't back down, we lay that
MAC down and milk cash cows
My whole file's estate
I turn nothing to a pile of paper's (pile of paper's)
[Verse 12]
Uh, something for you fakes
Eyes full of hate, wood smile on your face
Claiming that you helped the name, shut the fuck up
I'm self-contained, motherfucker, I'm
[Verse 13]
(One man) Yeah, I don't need a squad
Ask around, they say, he's the problem, just
(One man) With the heart of ten
Bring 'em all, I'll spark your men, I'm just
[Verse 14]
(One man) At a time
I'm checking your whole squad for getting out of line, motherfucker, I'm
(One man) That's me
And all I need to make 'em bleed and suffer, what?
[Verse 15]
Uh huh, that's that realness
Dice Gang
[Verse 16]
(Ooh)
(Ooh)
(Oh)
(Ooh)
(Ooh)
Written by: Erik Stephens