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'09, I was readin', nigga\n'010, I was leavin', nigga, if I said I changed, believe it, nigga\n\nDiamonds crazy, you niggas fugazi, I ain't never been lazy\nCount up the million, hand for hand, band for band, gram for gram\nI can go Cullinan for Cullinan, I can go Lamb' for Lamb'\nI can go mansion for mansion, I can go acres in land\nI just bought a penthouse, five million in Atlanta (in Atlanta)\nPull up in the valet in a Lemonhead Phantom\nYeah, I'm big Gotti, never sleepin' on the business (wake up)\nCallin' all the gangsters to the front, perfect attendance\nYup, big (Gotti)\n\nCalling all the ragers to the front (step for me, stretch sum'n)\nNow, get ready for the show (let's go, let's go)\nI'm always number one, I'm at the front (ah, duh)\nNow, no one has to know (free Budd)\nCalling all the steppers to the front (step for me)\nNow, get ready for the show, ayy (stretch sum'n, stretch sum')\nWe always number one when shit get thumped (ah, duh)\nNow, no one has to know (free Budd)\n\nSteppin' on shit, free my nigga 42, we come blow you (free the gang)\nOther niggas couldn't tote you too much bag 'cause they backdoor you\nAin't no T.I., Lil Flip situation, we beefin'? I hoe you (blow your brains)\nI take out your whole bloodline like I'm supposed to, I don't know you (gang, gang)\nSpin the block, knock the fans out the window, you hear the chop' (woo)\nThat's the mop, set you up with a bitch, look like Vivica Fox (pussy)\nHe went for the plot so she took him down for a AP watch (ice)\nSliced him with a blade, in his own crib, make the neighbors watch\n\nDrop a ten, we gon' box him in soon as she drop her pin\nYou know my money good, tell lil' bruh, \"Lock that in\" (lock that in)\nGot to hand the 'migos passes, you is not my kin\nIt's either death or jail with us, this shit is not gon' end\nWe steppin', modify the weapons\nHow the lines and steppers willin' to die behind they sections?\nCatch him, that's a blessin' 'cause niggas ain't outside\nYou calculatin' attempteds, you must be out your mind, free all the guys, yeah\n\nCalling all the steppers to the front\nNow, get ready for the show (let's go, let's go)\nI'm always number one, I'm at the front\nNow, no one has to know","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.88] (30 on me, I'ma cut a fool)\n[00:03.69] Calling all the steppers to the front\n[00:05.80] Now, get ready for the show (ayy, it's on)\n[00:09.51] We always number one when shit get thumped (now)\n[00:12.62] (They ain't think Ric was coming home)\n[00:15.72] Calling all the ragers to the front, now (come on)\n[00:17.80] Now, get ready for the show (come on, let's go, come on, let's go)\n[00:21.59] I'm always number one, I'm at the front (bitch)\n[00:23.96] Now, no one has to know\n[00:24.96] Ah, ugh, ugh, go\n[00:26.85] Step how you want me to step for you, don't be no crash dummy\n[00:29.91] I ain't gon' tell you do nun' I wouldn't do (nope), I'm just bein' a hunnid\n[00:32.97] Push for me the same way I push for you\n[00:34.72] In the street, your credit good until it ain't (facts)\n[00:37.02] No snitchin', won't tell the truth\n[00:38.54] Sky blue coupe, I drop the roof (stretch)\n[00:39.85] Bought a lil' puppy for my boo (nah)\n[00:41.41] You can see my shit through the tint\n[00:42.85] Ask Johnny, five thousand a tooth\n[00:44.39] Spanish bitch call me, \"Papi chu\"\n[00:45.84] Free my lil' Doggie, cut 'em loose\n[00:47.46] While they at it, free Shiesty, Pooh\n[00:48.96] Heavy steppin' on shit like boots (Bagg)\n[00:50.60] Yeah, ain't nobody know nothin' but niggas still told\n[00:53.12] Yola, real snow, put half on it, and it's still strong\n[00:56.17] Stressin' searchin' through my dresser drawer, all my pills gone\n[00:59.17] You did it first, I came through, did it worse so I don't feel wrong\n[01:02.15] Rico tried to warn me 'bout a cross over the jail phone\n[01:05.16] Sprayin' Magic on the envelope, we put his mail on\n[01:08.10] Shirt off when I skrrt off, need the Lamb' rose\n[01:10.47] Brodie was my friend since we was kids, we were sharin' clothes\n[01:13.43] Still give 'em a headstone, nigga\n[01:15.61] Calling all the ragers to the front (step for me, stretch sum'n)\n[01:17.98] Now, get ready for the show (let's go, let's go)\n[01:21.56] I'm always number one, I'm at the front (ah, duh)\n[01:23.93] Now, no one has to know (free Budd)\n[01:27.61] Calling all the steppers to the front (step for me)\n[01:29.95] Now, get ready for the show, ayy (stretch sum'n, stretch sum'n)\n[01:33.61] We always number one when shit get thumped (ah, duh)\n[01:35.97] Now, no one has to know (free Budd)\n[01:38.52] Ayy, I'm back, bitch, and I still like to smack shit\n[01:41.86] Whack shit, might leave a couple up in Saks Fifth\n[01:44.98] Fuck 'em if he ain't with me, not the West, I'm from the East\n[01:47.99] Stretch sum'n and get up with me, you know that we pay our tabs\n[01:50.97] On the dash, still droppin' fives, one of one, I cop 'em fast\n[01:53.91] Track the car, I'm speedin', nigga, kill me 'fore I need a nigga\n[01:56.94] Who said we was even, nigga? '09, I was readin', nigga\n[01:59.91] '010, I was leavin', nigga, if I said I changed, believe it, nigga\n[02:02.81] Diamonds crazy, you niggas fugazi, I ain't never been lazy\n[02:05.98] Count up the million, hand for hand, band for band, gram for gram\n[02:08.91] I can go Cullinan for Cullinan, I can go Lamb' for Lamb'\n[02:11.85] I can go mansion for mansion, I can go acres in land\n[02:14.95] I just bought a penthouse, five million in Atlanta (in Atlanta)\n[02:17.95] Pull up in the valet in a Lemonhead Phantom\n[02:20.76] Yeah, I'm big Gotti, never sleepin' on the business (wake up)\n[02:23.88] Callin' all the gangsters to the front, perfect attendance\n[02:26.42] Yup, big (Gotti)\n[02:27.62] Calling all the ragers to the front (step for me, stretch sum'n)\n[02:30.04] Now, get ready for the show (let's go, let's go)\n[02:33.58] I'm always number one, I'm at the front (ah, duh)\n[02:35.84] Now, no one has to know (free Budd)\n[02:39.70] Calling all the steppers to the front (step for me)\n[02:41.83] Now, get ready for the show, ayy (stretch sum'n, stretch sum')\n[02:45.54] We always number one when shit get thumped (ah, duh)\n[02:47.99] Now, no one has to know (free Budd)\n[02:50.78] Steppin' on shit, free my nigga 42, we come blow you (free the gang)\n[02:53.85] Other niggas couldn't tote you too much bag 'cause they backdoor you\n[02:56.60] Ain't no T.I., Lil Flip situation, we beefin'? I hoe you (blow your brains)\n[02:59.93] I take out your whole bloodline like I'm supposed to, I don't know you (gang, gang)\n[03:02.98] Spin the block, knock the fans out the window, you hear the chop' (woo)\n[03:05.87] That's the mop, set you up with a bitch, look like Vivica Fox (pussy)\n[03:08.95] He went for the plot so she took him down for a AP watch (ice)\n[03:11.93] Sliced him with a blade, in his own crib, make the neighbors watch\n[03:14.96] Drop a ten, we gon' box him in soon as she drop her pin\n[03:18.64] You know my money good, tell lil' bruh, \"Lock that in\" (lock that in)\n[03:21.51] Got to hand the 'migos passes, you is not my kin\n[03:24.27] It's either death or jail with us, this shit is not gon' end\n[03:26.87] We steppin', modify the weapons\n[03:29.31] How the lines and steppers willin' to die behind they sections?\n[03:32.28] Catch him, that's a blessin' 'cause niggas ain't outside\n[03:35.15] You calculatin' attempteds, you must be out your mind, free all the 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'09, I was readin', nigga\n  '010, I was leavin', nigga, if I said I changed, believe it, nigga\n\n  Diamond crazy, you niggas fugazi (frrt), I ain't never been lazy\n  Count up the million, hand for hand (frrt), band for band (frrt), gram for gram\n  I can go Cullinan for Cullinan, I can go Lamb' for Lamb'\n  I can go mansion for mansion (frrt), I can go acres in land\n\n  I ju' bought a penthouse, five million in Atlanta (in Atlanta)\n  Pull up in the valet in a Lemonhead Phantom ('head Phantom)\n  Yeah, I'm big Gotti (big Gotti), never sleepin' on the bidness (wake up)\n  Callin' all the gangstas to the front, perfect attendance, yup, big (callin' all the rangers to the front, Gotti)\n\n  Callin' all the rangers to the front (step for me, stretch some)\n  Get ready for the show (let's go, let's go)\n  I'm always number one, I'm at the front (ah-duh)\n  Now no one has to know (free Budd)\n\n  Callin' all the steppers to the front (rangers to the front, step for me)\n  Get ready for the show (stretch some, stretch some)\n  We always number one when shit get thumped (I'm always number one, I'm at the front, ah-duh)\n  Now no one has to know (free Budd)\n\n  Steppin' on shit, free my nigga 42, we come blow you (free the gang)\n  Other niggas couldn't tote you too much bag 'cause they backdoor you\n  Ain't no T.I., Lil Flip situation, we beefin'? 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'09, I was readin', nigga\n  '010, I was leavin', nigga, if I said I changed, believe it, nigga\n\n  Diamond crazy, you niggas fugazi (frrt), I ain't never been lazy\n  Count up the million, hand for hand (frrt), band for band (frrt), gram for gram\n  I can go Cullinan for Cullinan, I can go Lamb' for Lamb'\n  I can go mansion for mansion (frrt), I can go acres in land\n\n  I ju' bought a penthouse, five million in Atlanta (in Atlanta)\n  Pull up in the valet in a Lemonhead Phantom ('head Phantom)\n  Yeah, I'm big Gotti (big Gotti), never sleepin' on the bidness (wake up)\n  Callin' all the gangstas to the front, perfect attendance, yup, big (callin' all the rangers to the front, Gotti)\n\n  Callin' all the rangers to the front (step for me, stretch some)\n  Get ready for the show (let's go, let's go)\n  I'm always number one, I'm at the front (ah-duh)\n  Now no one has to know (free Budd)\n\n  Callin' all the steppers to the front (rangers to the front, step for me)\n  Get ready for the show (stretch some, stretch some)\n  We always number one when shit get thumped (I'm always number one, I'm at the front, ah-duh)\n  Now no one has to know (free Budd)\n\n  Steppin' on shit, free my nigga 42, we come blow you (free the gang)\n  Other niggas couldn't tote you too much bag 'cause they backdoor you\n  Ain't no T.I., Lil Flip situation, we beefin'? 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'09, I was readin', nigga\n'010, I was leavin', nigga, if I said I changed, believe it, nigga\n\nDiamonds crazy, you niggas fugazi, I ain't never been lazy\nCount up the million, hand for hand, band for band, gram for gram\nI can go Cullinan for Cullinan, I can go Lamb' for Lamb'\nI can go mansion for mansion, I can go acres in land\nI just bought a penthouse, five million in Atlanta (in Atlanta)\nPull up in the valet in a Lemonhead Phantom\nYeah, I'm big Gotti, never sleepin' on the business (wake up)\nCallin' all the gangsters to the front, perfect attendance\nYup, big (Gotti)\n\nCalling all the ragers to the front (step for me, stretch sum'n)\nNow, get ready for the show (let's go, let's go)\nI'm always number one, I'm at the front (ah, duh)\nNow, no one has to know (free Budd)\nCalling all the steppers to the front (step for me)\nNow, get ready for the show, ayy (stretch sum'n, stretch sum')\nWe always number one when shit get thumped (ah, duh)\nNow, no one has to know (free Budd)\n\nSteppin' on shit, free my nigga 42, we come blow you (free the gang)\nOther niggas couldn't tote you too much bag 'cause they backdoor you\nAin't no T.I., Lil Flip situation, we beefin'? I hoe you (blow your brains)\nI take out your whole bloodline like I'm supposed to, I don't know you (gang, gang)\nSpin the block, knock the fans out the window, you hear the chop' (woo)\nThat's the mop, set you up with a bitch, look like Vivica Fox (pussy)\nHe went for the plot so she took him down for a AP watch (ice)\nSliced him with a blade, in his own crib, make the neighbors watch\n\nDrop a ten, we gon' box him in soon as she drop her pin\nYou know my money good, tell lil' bruh, \"Lock that in\" (lock that in)\nGot to hand the 'migos passes, you is not my kin\nIt's either death or jail with us, this shit is not gon' end\nWe steppin', modify the weapons\nHow the lines and steppers willin' to die behind they sections?\nCatch him, that's a blessin' 'cause niggas ain't outside\nYou calculatin' attempteds, you must be out your mind, free all the guys, yeah\n\nCalling all the steppers to the front\nNow, get ready for the show (let's go, let's go)\nI'm always number one, I'm at the front\nNow, no one has to know","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.88] (30 on me, I'ma cut a fool)\n[00:03.69] Calling all the steppers to the front\n[00:05.80] Now, get ready for the show (ayy, it's on)\n[00:09.51] We always number one when shit get thumped (now)\n[00:12.62] (They ain't think Ric was coming home)\n[00:15.72] Calling all the ragers to the front, now (come on)\n[00:17.80] Now, get ready for the show (come on, let's go, come on, let's go)\n[00:21.59] I'm always number one, I'm at the front (bitch)\n[00:23.96] Now, no one has to know\n[00:24.96] Ah, ugh, ugh, go\n[00:26.85] Step how you want me to step for you, don't be no crash dummy\n[00:29.91] I ain't gon' tell you do nun' I wouldn't do (nope), I'm just bein' a hunnid\n[00:32.97] Push for me the same way I push for you\n[00:34.72] In the street, your credit good until it ain't (facts)\n[00:37.02] No snitchin', won't tell the truth\n[00:38.54] Sky blue coupe, I drop the roof (stretch)\n[00:39.85] Bought a lil' puppy for my boo (nah)\n[00:41.41] You can see my shit through the tint\n[00:42.85] Ask Johnny, five thousand a tooth\n[00:44.39] Spanish bitch call me, \"Papi chu\"\n[00:45.84] Free my lil' Doggie, cut 'em loose\n[00:47.46] While they at it, free Shiesty, Pooh\n[00:48.96] Heavy steppin' on shit like boots (Bagg)\n[00:50.60] Yeah, ain't nobody know nothin' but niggas still told\n[00:53.12] Yola, real snow, put half on it, and it's still strong\n[00:56.17] Stressin' searchin' through my dresser drawer, all my pills gone\n[00:59.17] You did it first, I came through, did it worse so I don't feel wrong\n[01:02.15] Rico tried to warn me 'bout a cross over the jail phone\n[01:05.16] Sprayin' Magic on the envelope, we put his mail on\n[01:08.10] Shirt off when I skrrt off, need the Lamb' rose\n[01:10.47] Brodie was my friend since we was kids, we were sharin' clothes\n[01:13.43] Still give 'em a headstone, nigga\n[01:15.61] Calling all the ragers to the front (step for me, stretch sum'n)\n[01:17.98] Now, get ready for the show (let's go, let's go)\n[01:21.56] I'm always number one, I'm at the front (ah, duh)\n[01:23.93] Now, no one has to know (free Budd)\n[01:27.61] Calling all the steppers to the front (step for me)\n[01:29.95] Now, get ready for the show, ayy (stretch sum'n, stretch sum'n)\n[01:33.61] We always number one when shit get thumped (ah, duh)\n[01:35.97] Now, no one has to know (free Budd)\n[01:38.52] Ayy, I'm back, bitch, and I still like to smack shit\n[01:41.86] Whack shit, might leave a couple up in Saks Fifth\n[01:44.98] Fuck 'em if he ain't with me, not the West, I'm from the East\n[01:47.99] Stretch sum'n and get up with me, you know that we pay our tabs\n[01:50.97] On the dash, still droppin' fives, one of one, I cop 'em fast\n[01:53.91] Track the car, I'm speedin', nigga, kill me 'fore I need a nigga\n[01:56.94] Who said we was even, nigga? '09, I was readin', nigga\n[01:59.91] '010, I was leavin', nigga, if I said I changed, believe it, nigga\n[02:02.81] Diamonds crazy, you niggas fugazi, I ain't never been lazy\n[02:05.98] Count up the million, hand for hand, band for band, gram for gram\n[02:08.91] I can go Cullinan for Cullinan, I can go Lamb' for Lamb'\n[02:11.85] I can go mansion for mansion, I can go acres in land\n[02:14.95] I just bought a penthouse, five million in Atlanta (in Atlanta)\n[02:17.95] Pull up in the valet in a Lemonhead Phantom\n[02:20.76] Yeah, I'm big Gotti, never sleepin' on the business (wake up)\n[02:23.88] Callin' all the gangsters to the front, perfect attendance\n[02:26.42] Yup, big (Gotti)\n[02:27.62] Calling all the ragers to the front (step for me, stretch sum'n)\n[02:30.04] Now, get ready for the show (let's go, let's go)\n[02:33.58] I'm always number one, I'm at the front (ah, duh)\n[02:35.84] Now, no one has to know (free Budd)\n[02:39.70] Calling all the steppers to the front (step for me)\n[02:41.83] Now, get ready for the show, ayy (stretch sum'n, stretch sum')\n[02:45.54] We always number one when shit get thumped (ah, duh)\n[02:47.99] Now, no one has to know (free Budd)\n[02:50.78] Steppin' on shit, free my nigga 42, we come blow you (free the gang)\n[02:53.85] Other niggas couldn't tote you too much bag 'cause they backdoor you\n[02:56.60] Ain't no T.I., Lil Flip situation, we beefin'? 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'09, I was readin', nigga\n  '010, I was leavin', nigga, if I said I changed, believe it, nigga\n\n  Diamond crazy, you niggas fugazi (frrt), I ain't never been lazy\n  Count up the million, hand for hand (frrt), band for band (frrt), gram for gram\n  I can go Cullinan for Cullinan, I can go Lamb' for Lamb'\n  I can go mansion for mansion (frrt), I can go acres in land\n\n  I ju' bought a penthouse, five million in Atlanta (in Atlanta)\n  Pull up in the valet in a Lemonhead Phantom ('head Phantom)\n  Yeah, I'm big Gotti (big Gotti), never sleepin' on the bidness (wake up)\n  Callin' all the gangstas to the front, perfect attendance, yup, big (callin' all the rangers to the front, Gotti)\n\n  Callin' all the rangers to the front (step for me, stretch some)\n  Get ready for the show (let's go, let's go)\n  I'm always number one, I'm at the front (ah-duh)\n  Now no one has to know (free Budd)\n\n  Callin' all the steppers to the front (rangers to the front, step for me)\n  Get ready for the show (stretch some, stretch some)\n  We always number one when shit get thumped (I'm always number one, I'm at the front, ah-duh)\n  Now no one has to know (free Budd)\n\n  Steppin' on shit, free my nigga 42, we come blow you (free the gang)\n  Other niggas couldn't tote you too much bag 'cause they backdoor you\n  Ain't no T.I., Lil Flip situation, we beefin'? 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'09, I was readin', nigga\n  '010, I was leavin', nigga, if I said I changed, believe it, nigga\n\n  Diamond crazy, you niggas fugazi (frrt), I ain't never been lazy\n  Count up the million, hand for hand (frrt), band for band (frrt), gram for gram\n  I can go Cullinan for Cullinan, I can go Lamb' for Lamb'\n  I can go mansion for mansion (frrt), I can go acres in land\n\n  I ju' bought a penthouse, five million in Atlanta (in Atlanta)\n  Pull up in the valet in a Lemonhead Phantom ('head Phantom)\n  Yeah, I'm big Gotti (big Gotti), never sleepin' on the bidness (wake up)\n  Callin' all the gangstas to the front, perfect attendance, yup, big (callin' all the rangers to the front, Gotti)\n\n  Callin' all the rangers to the front (step for me, stretch some)\n  Get ready for the show (let's go, let's go)\n  I'm always number one, I'm at the front (ah-duh)\n  Now no one has to know (free Budd)\n\n  Callin' all the steppers to the front (rangers to the front, step for me)\n  Get ready for the show (stretch some, stretch some)\n  We always number one when shit get thumped (I'm always number one, I'm at the front, ah-duh)\n  Now no one has to know (free Budd)\n\n  Steppin' on shit, free my nigga 42, we come blow you (free the gang)\n  Other niggas couldn't tote you too much bag 'cause they backdoor you\n  Ain't no T.I., Lil Flip situation, we beefin'? 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'09, I was readin', nigga\n'010, I was leavin', nigga, if I said I changed, believe it, nigga\n\nDiamond crazy, you niggas fugazi (frrt), I ain't never been lazy\nCount up the million, hand for hand (frrt), band for band (frrt), gram for gram\nI can go Cullinan for Cullinan, I can go Lamb' for Lamb'\nI can go mansion for mansion (frrt), I can go acres in land\n\nI ju' bought a penthouse, five million in Atlanta (in Atlanta)\nPull up in the valet in a Lemonhead Phantom ('head Phantom)\nYeah, I'm big Gotti (big Gotti), never sleepin' on the bidness (wake up)\nCallin' all the gangstas to the front, perfect attendance, yup, big (callin' all the rangers to the front, Gotti)\n\nCallin' all the rangers to the front (step for me, stretch some)\nGet ready for the show (let's go, let's go)\nI'm always number one, I'm at the front (ah-duh)\nNow no one has to know (free Budd)\n\nCallin' all the steppers to the front (rangers to the front, step for me)\nGet ready for the show (stretch some, stretch some)\nWe always number one when shit get thumped (I'm always number one, I'm at the front, ah-duh)\nNow no one has to know (free Budd)\n\nSteppin' on shit, free my nigga 42, we come blow you (free the gang)\nOther niggas couldn't tote you too much bag 'cause they backdoor you\nAin't no T.I., Lil Flip situation, we beefin'? I ho you (blow yo' brains)\nI take out yo' whole bloodline like I'm supposed to, I don't know you (gang-gang)\n\nSpin the block, knock the fans out the window, you hear the chop' (woo)\nThat's the mop, set you up with a bitch, look like Vivica Fox (pussy)\nHe went for the plot, so she took him down for an AP watch (ice)\nSliced him with a blade, in his own crib, make the neighbors watch\n\nDrop a ten, we gon' box him in soon as she drop her pin\nYou know my money good, tell lil' bruh, \"Lock that in\" (lock that in)\nGot to hand the 'migos passes, you is not my kin\nIt's either death or jail wit' us, this shit is not gon' end\n\nWe steppin', modify the weapons\nHow the lines and steppers willin' to die behind they sections?\nCatch him, that's a blessin' 'cause niggas ain't outside\nYou calculatin' attempteds, you must be out yo' mind, free all the guys, yeah\n\nCallin' all the steppers to the front (rangers to the front)\nNow get ready for the show (let's go, let's go)\nI'm always number one, I'm at the front\nNow no one has to know","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.94] 30 on me, I'ma cut a fool\n[00:03.54] Callin' all the steppers to the front (rangers to the front)\n[00:06.63] Get ready for the show, ayy, it's on (let's go)\n[00:09.68] We always number one when shit get thumped (I'm always number one, I'm at the front)\n[00:12.79] They ain't think Ric was comin' home (no one has to know)\n[00:15.60] Callin' all the rangers to the front (come on)\n[00:18.65] Get ready for the show (let's go, let's go)\n[00:21.51] I'm always number one, I'm at the front (bitch)\n[00:24.67] Now no one has to know (ah, uh, uh, go)\n[00:26.86] Step how you want me to step for you, don't be no crash dummy\n[00:29.98] I ain't gon' tell you do none I wouldn't do (nope), I'm ju' bein' a hunnid\n[00:32.97] Push for me the same way I push for you, in the skreet, your credit good until it ain't (facts)\n[00:37.24] No snitchin', won't tell the truth\n[00:38.41] Sky blue coupe, I drop the roof (stretch), bought a lil' puppy for my boo (nah)\n[00:41.43] You can see my shit through the tint, ask Johnny, 5000 a tooth\n[00:44.41] Spanish bitch call me, \"Papi chu\", free my lil' Doggie, cut 'em loose\n[00:47.43] While they at it, free Shiesty Pooh, heavy steppin' on shit like boots, Bagg\n[00:50.63] Yeah, ain't nobody know nothin' but niggas still told (niggas still told)\n[00:53.54] Yola, real snow, put half on it, and it's still strong (it's still strong)\n[00:56.15] Stressin', searchin' through my dresser drawer (rrr), all my pills gone (all my pills gone)\n[00:59.31] You did it first, I came through, did it worse, so I don't feel wrong\n[01:02.16] Rico tried to warn me 'bout a cross over the jail phone (over the jail phone)\n[01:05.38] Sprayin' Magic on the envelope, we put his mail on (shh-shh)\n[01:07.97] Shirt off when I skrrt off, need the Lamb' rose (shh-shh, Lamb' rose)\n[01:10.60] Brodie was my friend since we was kids, we were sharin' clothes (mm-mm)\n[01:13.68] Still give 'em a headstone, nigga\n[01:15.56] Callin' all the rangers to the front (step for me, stretch some)\n[01:19.08] Get ready for the show (let's go, let's go)\n[01:21.65] I'm always number one, I'm at the front (ah-duh)\n[01:24.53] Now no one has to know (free Budd)\n[01:27.63] Callin' all the steppers to the front (rangers to the front, step for me)\n[01:30.78] Get ready for the show (stretch some, stretch some)\n[01:33.48] We always number one when shit get thumped (I'm always number one, I'm at the front, ah-duh)\n[01:36.04] Now no one has to know (free Budd)\n[01:38.47] Ayy, I'm back, bitch, and I still like to smack shit\n[01:41.86] Whack shit, might leave a couple up in Saks Fifth\n[01:44.95] Fuck 'em if he ain't with me, not the West, I'm from the East\n[01:47.70] Stretch some and get up with me, you know that we pay our tabs\n[01:50.86] On the dash, still droppin' fives, one of one, I cop 'em fast\n[01:53.82] Track the car, I'm speedin', nigga, kill me 'fore I need a nigga\n[01:56.77] Who said we was even, nigga? '09, I was readin', nigga\n[01:59.84] '010, I was leavin', nigga, if I said I changed, believe it, nigga\n[02:02.69] Diamond crazy, you niggas fugazi (frrt), I ain't never been lazy\n[02:05.92] Count up the million, hand for hand (frrt), band for band (frrt), gram for gram\n[02:08.94] I can go Cullinan for Cullinan, I can go Lamb' for Lamb'\n[02:11.82] I can go mansion for mansion (frrt), I can go acres in land\n[02:14.72] I ju' bought a penthouse, five million in Atlanta (in Atlanta)\n[02:17.96] Pull up in the valet in a Lemonhead Phantom ('head Phantom)\n[02:20.76] Yeah, I'm big Gotti (big Gotti), never sleepin' on the bidness (wake up)\n[02:23.76] Callin' all the gangstas to the front, perfect attendance, yup, big (callin' all the rangers to the front, Gotti)\n[02:27.81] Callin' all the rangers to the front (step for me, stretch some)\n[02:30.98] Get ready for the show (let's go, let's go)\n[02:33.63] I'm always number one, I'm at the front (ah-duh)\n[02:36.70] Now no one has to know (free Budd)\n[02:39.54] Callin' all the steppers to the front (rangers to the front, step for me)\n[02:42.53] Get ready for the show (stretch some, stretch some)\n[02:45.58] We always number one when shit get thumped (I'm always number one, I'm at the front, ah-duh)\n[02:48.70] Now no one has to know (free Budd)\n[02:50.41] Steppin' on shit, free my nigga 42, we come blow you (free the gang)\n[02:53.91] Other niggas couldn't tote you too much bag 'cause they backdoor you\n[02:56.63] Ain't no T.I., Lil Flip situation, we beefin'? I ho you (blow yo' brains)\n[02:59.73] I take out yo' whole bloodline like I'm supposed to, I don't know you (gang-gang)\n[03:02.71] Spin the block, knock the fans out the window, you hear the chop' (woo)\n[03:05.99] That's the mop, set you up with a bitch, look like Vivica Fox (pussy)\n[03:08.97] He went for the plot, so she took him down for an AP watch (ice)\n[03:12.06] Sliced him with a blade, in his own crib, make the neighbors watch\n[03:14.74] Drop a ten, we gon' box him in soon as she drop her pin\n[03:18.21] You know my money good, tell lil' bruh, \"Lock that in\" (lock that in)\n[03:21.48] Got to hand the 'migos passes, you is not my kin\n[03:24.51] It's either death or jail wit' us, this shit is not gon' end\n[03:26.92] We steppin', modify the weapons\n[03:29.44] How the lines and steppers willin' to die behind they sections?\n[03:32.25] Catch him, that's a blessin' 'cause niggas ain't outside\n[03:35.12] You calculatin' attempteds, you must be out yo' mind, free all the guys, yeah\n[03:39.25] Callin' all the steppers to the front (rangers to the front)\n[03:41.89] Now get ready for the show (let's go, let's go)\n[03:45.73] I'm always number one, I'm at the front\n[03:48.86] Now no one has to know\n[03:49.86] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Steppers (feat. 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'09, I was readin', nigga\n  '010, I was leavin', nigga, if I said I changed, believe it, nigga\n\n  Diamond crazy, you niggas fugazi (frrt), I ain't never been lazy\n  Count up the million, hand for hand (frrt), band for band (frrt), gram for gram\n  I can go Cullinan for Cullinan, I can go Lamb' for Lamb'\n  I can go mansion for mansion (frrt), I can go acres in land\n\n  I ju' bought a penthouse, five million in Atlanta (in Atlanta)\n  Pull up in the valet in a Lemonhead Phantom ('head Phantom)\n  Yeah, I'm big Gotti (big Gotti), never sleepin' on the bidness (wake up)\n  Callin' all the gangstas to the front, perfect attendance, yup, big (callin' all the rangers to the front, Gotti)\n\n  Callin' all the rangers to the front (step for me, stretch some)\n  Get ready for the show (let's go, let's go)\n  I'm always number one, I'm at the front (ah-duh)\n  Now no one has to know (free Budd)\n\n  Callin' all the steppers to the front (rangers to the front, step for me)\n  Get ready for the show (stretch some, stretch some)\n  We always number one when shit get thumped (I'm always number one, I'm at the front, ah-duh)\n  Now no one has to know (free Budd)\n\n  Steppin' on shit, free my nigga 42, we come blow you (free the gang)\n  Other niggas couldn't tote you too much bag 'cause they backdoor you\n  Ain't no T.I., Lil Flip situation, we beefin'? 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