Catch You Slippin'

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I was a straight duck, runnin' up behind her Cryin' like a bitch 'cause I could not find her When I—, when I—, when I— When I catch you slippin' When-when I catch you slippin' When-when I catch you slippin' Bitch, I'm gonna pull your fuckin' card Player hatin', imitatin' niggas traitin' like they hard Creepin' through the outskirts, 'bout to lay this lemon in the dirt Fly gon' pull your card if you gon' nod and leave your feelings hurt So hurt, full of pain, so ashamed 'cause Fly roast you, bitch Gangsta Blac, he down with this clique and pack that MAC so quick Ball so goddamn wild he 'bout to clizzick up on any trick Come on, test this pimpin' clique, Fly smackin' bitches with a brick This here pimpin' for you niggas with that ana' on your chest Lay your punk ass down to rest, ho, S.P.V. you'll never guess So down with the S.P.L I love to catch you lemons slippin' Weasel pop 'em with the Glock, now your fuckin' blood is drippin' Pull you like a ace of spade, didn't Fly told your funky ass Play the trick role of a ho and run, but your ass won't last? What's up to you Lil' Fly imitaters, traiters of my style? Perpetratin' like you me, when Lil' Fly so damn natural Trick Lil' Playa, know you bitch, I'm creepin' in the fuckin' dark And when I catch you slippin', bitch, I'm gonna pull your fuckin' card When—, when I catch you slippin', bitch I'm gonna pull your fuckin' card Player hatin', imitatin' niggas traitin' like they hard Whe-when I catch you slippin', bitch I'm gonna pull your fuckin' card Player hatin', imitatin' niggas traitin' like they hard See we got some jealous fellas in the streets And I can't understand this See this Jyule's bitch is mad because his broad is tryna fuck with me But really, I can care less 'bout you, boy, and your fuckin' figures I was brought up on that old school Some of them call it pimpin' G is Gaither, that's all where I dwell and where I'm comin' from A is ana' for you punk-ass niggas, come, and get you some I is income what I'm makin', cheese, off my fuckin' pack T is twin creepin' up smooth, more dogs got my back H, I'm headed back to the hood, where I'm up to no good E is S.P.V. or S.P.L., fuck the R.I.C Them local yokels kills me, tryin' to play that gangster role But test Lil' Ced'll dead, I bet you get your punk-ass beat up, ho Quick, you son of a bitch, that's how we do it in the South Kick back, smokin' weed, makin' cheese is what we 'bout Now R is for I'm runnin' up, it's time for me to pull your card Player haters, imitatin' niggas traitin' like they hard When I catch you slippin', bitch I'm gonna pull your fuckin' card Player hatin', imitatin' niggas traitin' like they hard When I catch you slippin', bitch I'm gonna pull your fuckin' card Player hatin', imitatin' niggas traitin' like they hard Pullin' niggas cards from the start wasn't easily If you was a ho, then you know it was on, G S.P.L. and S.P.V. we killin' busters on our nuts Thought you bring that big ol' three And drop some slugs off in they guts Godless wonder, signs of thunder, run you to your hideaway Sneakin' and I'm creepin', just to make sure that your ass will lay In your grave, dead, so afraid when I bust them caps Bitch, you talkin' plenty shit, Fly buckin' lemons off the map Playa Posse stayin' down and fuck another wannabe Lemons get a bigger life and suckers just don't step to me Lamer than them niggas claimin' triggers and a Player role Pleadin' to a fuckin' player, Fly don't wanna hear it, ho 'Bout to clown, beat you down, then I dwell in Funkytown Even in the studio, don't you like Lil' Playa sound? Ana's all up in the air, we need to keep it out the South 'Bout me, ho, you don't know shit, so keep Fly name up out your mouth Buster bitches talkin' shit, they leave the scene without a trace Got some ana', you can't handle S.P.V. across your face Happy birthday to my nigga Gangsta Wheez with all my heart If these lemons test some pimpin', Russell, we gon' pull they card When I catch you slippin', bitch I'm gonna pull your fuckin' card Player hatin', imitatin' niggas traitin' like they hard When I catch you slippin', bitch I'm gonna pull your fuckin' card Player hatin', imitatin' niggas traitin' like they hard Slidin' from the back, with the Gat upsides your dome Homicides are fuckin' prone, when I'm jawnin' for that tone With that weed up in my system as I hit them with the milli round Thousand niggas deep, on the creep, that be South bound Clowning's what I am, who I be and what I do Rat-a, t, a fuckin' tat, on your motherfuckin' crew Is it me that be that G, that be standin' in your yard? Strictly from South Park, pullin' player haters' cards Clicked with South Park Mafia, ho, ain't no stoppin' a Single shot, forty-five, trick, got me after the Late night sprees got me crunk South Park Posse, mega buck Flowin' 'til Im yawnin', early mornin', blame it on the funk Funky as some shit, Dirty Dud, should I show these scrubs? Player hatin' me because I'm bumpin', wakin' on them drugs Twenty sack, Fly, Blac, thrill 'til we outie, jack All about my hustle, me and Russell soakin' on the track When I catch you slippin', leave you dead in the alley, dude Gangsta B, Gangsta Wheez, S.P.V. outie, fool When—, when I catch you slippin', bitch I'm gonna pull your fuckin' card Player hatin', imitatin' niggas traitin' like they hard When I catch you slipp— When I catch—, when I— When I—, when I catch you slippin'— When I catch you slippin'—, when I catch— When I catch you slippin', bitch I'm gonna pull your fuckin' card Player hatin', imitatin' niggas traitin' like they hard When I catch you slipp—, when I catch— When I catch you slipp— When I catch you slipp—, when I catch— When I— when I—, when-when I catch you slippin', bitch I'm gonna pull your fuckin' card Player hatin', imitatin' niggas traitin' like they hard