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Yeah
In the place
Don't you know my style?
Don't you know it's me?
'Cause I be the one
F the A, the T
Don't you know my style?
Don't you know it's me?
'Cause I be the one
F the A
Wait a minute, let the clock ticktock
Flock to the floor, y'all 'bout to be shot
DJ playin' my shot, what-up, jock?
Like opportunity to beat, knock-knock
Yeah, you know who, back on the block
To bust a rhyme like a 4-5 Glock
Hole in my shoe, hole in my sock
I walk to Milwaukee then I ran to Iraq
Hustlin' baby, like the song say
A little bit of hunger goes a long way
Nigga do my bizzle like this all day
Nigga got dues and bills to pay, hey
Cabernet Sauvignon, filet mignon
To the day I'm gone, I'ma stay on point
Huh, huh, all you gotta do is buy my joint, yah
Don't you know my style?
Don't you know it's me?
'Cause I be the one
F the A the T
Don't you know my style?
Don't you know it's me?
'Cause I be the one
F the A the T