[Verse 1: Maino]
Maino!
If words could kill, I'd have no need for chill
DA screaming in the courtroom his verses real
Some rappers just talk it, but that boy for real
LLike getting [?] just because my words are trill
But your honor, these kids use my voice to feel
I give them guidance, never gave them guns to kill
You wanna lock me up, drop me off, throw the key away
[?] daydreaming bout a key today
I was different when I came in
Street nigga, well respected when I came in
Kicked the door, now they can't believe that I came in
The chopper on the floor, that's where that came in
I'm out here like I ain't famous
Cripped up, bust back like Larry Davis
So i should [?]
Niggas screaming it was Maino tryna kill us

[Verse 2: Trick Trick]
I come from under the gutters, son of a struggling mother
From running numbers, to hustling fuckers [?]
From running packages up to [?] interstate [?]
This lil nigga was something
Stick to the code, G that is
When they see the kid [?] say he that real [?]
From the belly of the beast [?]
The southern niggas like who that is?
It's your big homie
Some will say that I'm the man, my nigga
I make them understand, my nigga
I will put hands on niggas
Or put a rubber band on niggas
Feel good to be a stand up nigga
Respected by guys that don't speak a regular language
Way more than just a Crip with a payment
[?] I hear all of the shit you be saying
Just remember big homie ain't playing
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