Released on October 31, 2006

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[A.G.]

Yeah I'm a backpack nigga, you mad whack nigga

We can act black and pass that nigga

I drive by like I-95

Oh you a tough cat - let's see if you got 9 lives

You wouldn't catch me with my pants down, unless

Old girl, show me what's under that sun dress

Besides that, I'm on point like a loose joint

Loose like a few coins, dread call me rudebwoy

Now you better move boy the 9 is angry

I ain't trippin it's only if you decide to play me

It's Diggin In The Crates homey, fuck one-time

We pump sunshine on the strip when it's snow-y

Outsmart the foxes and cheat the oxes

Got the game locked, therefore you need a locksmith

It's so real my shit bang in jail in the boxes

I'll accept the Grammy in socks and boxers


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Cause we do it, big, get it, big

Run it, big, everything, fuck that

Yeah bigger than that, this shit is gigantic

'Cross the globe, everybody run panic

Cause we do it, big, get it, big

Run it, big, everything, fuck that

Bigger than that, this shit is gigantic

Got Andre still with them dirty habits


[A.G.]

Now shorty came through with Maria and Marilyn

Attached to them was Mia and Madeline

So let me holla at Shaniqua and Carolyn

It's a 9-50 party, throw 'em all in the caravan

And if you happen to catch me without Flowy or 80

I throw it up, get it myself like I'm Tracy McGrady

It's like shootin yourself, fuckin with A.G

It's a - suicide, it's a suicide

And I move with a mob like Vito Andelini

General pop with a box, keep me out of P.C

I don't care who you are, how many cars you get

Keep fuckin with the God and I'll garage your shit

Park the gat in your mouth and scar your lips

Crack your teeth, let's see how many bars you spit

I'm hot, like I'm in Cali, wearin a mink

Set it off on instinct, POP, like N'Sync


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