Young Nudy - Can’t Clone Me lyrics

[Intro] See [?] motherfu*kers don't see sh*t I feel like, "Why they been [?] us?" Slackin' a buss, ni**a (And when they [?]) Be in this motherfu*ker quick (Been in your heart) [?] I feel like it's hot, though (COUPE) My motherfu*kin' dope, ni**a Know this sh*t fore life, ni**a Yeah ([?]) Motivational, ni**a (Is just your brain speakin') You tell 'em [Chorus] Lockdown, get that b*tch smacked (Ooh) Hell yeah she be on that, su*kin' she on that (Yeah) Gettin' money 'cause I'm on that Pussy ni**a, man, you ni**as can't clone me (Can't clone me, uh-huh) Real ni**a really on that (Damn) b*tch ni**a and I'm never not phony (Yeah) Getting money never phony (Nah, haha) I got more haters now (Yeah), I got more paper now (Yeah, paper now) I got more shooters, gon' make me go call 'em out (Ooh, yeah) You ni**as be ballin' out (Ballin' out) Came in the wrong field and you found out (Yeah) All my ni**as, yeah, they here to wild out Never have no fear, when we hear gun sounds And we made for all that murder sh*t, what you 'bout? (Yeah), pussy [Verse 1] I really was slidin' in the East side (Yeah) Me totin' [?] no peons (Uh-huh, hunnids) Big guns and the stick know one (Yeah, hunnids) Big Glocks and the stick know one (Yeah, hunnids) Big hunnid [?], [?] son (Woo) I'm so slime, I'm in the streets (I'm in the streets) These ni**as took my dawg, he's a beast (He's a beast) Shorty know we gon' sell a P (Yeah, sell a P) Big stepper when he step with me (Yeah) Everybody in the hood respect me (Respect me) All the ice on me, b*tch, check out my neck (Check out my neck) Came from the bottom, b*tch, know I had left (Know I had left) I was shootin' ni**as, never was fronted (Never was fronted) Get the money, I would run through it fast (Run through it fast) Hit a lick, man, this sh*t back to back (Back to back) ni**a flip a brick like it was gymnastic Come in the b*tch like the alphabet (Yeah) Shoot a ni**a face off in them [?] (Yeah) ni**a, we'll kill a ni**a for them racks (Yeah) ni**a, we'll tie a ni**a or smack a ni**a or torture for them racks (Yeah, torture for them racks) ni**a, cut a finger, make his jaw crack (Yeah) Cut a ni**a off for money, them facts (Yeah) ni**as snitchin' for some hoes, you rat You will never get the b*tch back (Never) [Chorus] Lockdown, get that b*tch smacked (Ooh) Hell yeah she be on that, su*kin' she on that (Yeah) Gettin' money 'cause I'm on that Pussy ni**a, man, you ni**as can't clone me (Can't clone me, uh-huh) Real ni**a really on that (Damn) b*tch ni**a and I'm never not phony (Yeah) Getting money never phony (Nah, haha) I got more haters now (Yeah), I got more paper now (Yeah, paper now) I got more shooters, gon' make me go call 'em out (Ooh, yeah) You ni**as be ballin' out (Ballin' out) Came in the wrong field and you found out (Yeah) All my ni**as, yeah, they here to wild out Never have no fear, when we hear gun sounds And we made for all that murder sh*t, what you 'bout? (Yeah), pussy [Verse 2] You ni**as some pussy, ni**a, tuck your dick ni**as some hoes, ni**as you's a b*tch Say you dissin' 'em but you are not sh*t You was not a homie, you like the brick You ain't allowed in the hard, in the 6 I done ran ni**as I done been with, real sh*t Lotta ni**as they be cappin' and sh*t Say they gon' do this and that but they ain't (Yeah) Everything come out their mouth, it's bluff (Yeah) I say the word and they shootin' it up (Yeah) All my young ni**as, they don't give a fu*k Feel like Bslime, he don't give a fu*k (Yeah, don't give a fu*k) I got more stick (Yeah, yeah), I got more stick, lil b*tch (Yeah) Talkin' that sh*t (Yeah) I am a felon, b*tch Every stick right here, that b*tch ain't legit (Yeah) I'm on my sh*t when it comes to this sh*t (I'm on my sh*t) I'm on my grind when I wanna shine (I'm on my grind) I'm on this money b*tch, I gotta get it (I gotta get it) Either way it go, you know that I'm with it (Know that I'm with it) Fake handshakes, b*tch, I ain't friendly (b*tch, I ain't friendly) Pussy ni**as, man, you ni**as so easy (You ni**as so easy) Pussy ni**as, man, you ni**as so easy (Hey, fu*k that, I'll kill 'em all, kill 'em all) [Chorus] Lockdown, get that b*tch smacked (Ooh) Hell yeah she be on that, su*kin' she on that (Yeah) Gettin' money 'cause I'm on that Pussy ni**a, man, you ni**as can't clone me (Can't clone me, uh-huh) Real ni**a really on that (Damn) b*tch ni**a and I'm never not phony (Yeah) Getting money never phony (Nah, haha) I got more haters now (Yeah), I got more paper now (Yeah, paper now) I got more shooters, gon' make me go call 'em out (Ooh, yeah) You ni**as be ballin' out (Ballin' out) Came in the wrong field and you found out (Yeah) All my ni**as, yeah, they here to wild out Never have no fear, when we hear gun sounds And we made for all that murder sh*t, what you 'bout? (Yeah), pussy