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Cdogg & Mr.Criminal - What you know about me? Three… two… one… zero. You can't duff from this catastrophie, I keep a box in my side that's always down to blast to me, I come from a society that's known to race for bodily, If you feel like I feel, then just put your strap at a stop with me And quickly bust a couple of raps! I do this for my homies that got separated through them prison systems, Cause they found my homies that I grew up with… Don't give a shit and I'm a product of the same thing! So they think I'm next to slick, Fool no hesitation bustin' their faces, they got me feelin' trapped Like a motherfuckin' animal stuck in cages. But I'm dangerous, far from the basic, my mind is on some other shit every day, I'm wiggin' and diggin', and smashin' how to cover real, I stay shakin' fools like Reggie Bush Hills on gang day, Haters talkin' I'll be on my back, a smile on my face, I stand six foot, one two hundred past, Skin complexion, dark brown, motherfuckers see me, quick to bow damn! I came from the bottom to the top, I got a heart that's about as solid as a rock! So what you know about me? I came from the brain with these thoughts, I'm like a train without no brakes, I just can't stop… So what you know about me? Fools know that I'm a rider for miles, Came up with these plans after time. What you know about me? Broadcast a lot from the high, Blowin' up right in front of your eyes. So fools can know about me! I gave them five solo albums, Three compilations, two mixtapes… Clownin' And never take breaks sittin' in the same streets, Different ride, different vibe, different leather, different place. I drive disc after disc, dodge head after head, Stack chip after chip, never slow when I'm packin' that clip. Now ask any of the homies who supplies a little to most straps And who supplies most tracks to that infamous notorious label, Fools be lookin' all sour, cause I come to disable. Ain't no favor when I come, leave em' stuck, Fools be spendin' more time in the mirror. Get in that eyebrows plug and say: “I ain't with that gay shit, I'm comin' to straight clips, Just when they thought that they caught my style. That's when I change shifts. Homie, I'm number one with a bullet In any one of these different bitches… Now feelin' foolish, I came to do this!” I came from the bottom to the top, I got a heart that's about as solid as a rock! So what you know about me? I came from the brain with these thoughts, I'm like a train without no brakes, I just can't stop! So what you know about me? Fools know that I'm a ride for my, Came up with these crimes after time. What you know about me? Bro, I catch the light from the high, Blowin' up right in front of your eyes. So fools can know about me! How many times does it take to find one on my stage? Just want the crowd, I'm on the rise… Like the crime rate. I play at high stakes… I just can't lose now… I just can't fall until lately Badder than Bruise now. Havin' conversations with the voices in my head, Knowin' every day if I make the wrong choices! That I'm dead. I got a lot of loose, I got a lot of reasons to live And at the same time, I got fools Wantin' to slit my wrist. I got haters on my own side: Wantin' to see me fall, Wantin' to see me die… No, mama, please don't cry!