Yo, right there.
Yo, hold up, hold up. Yo, Pac man. Yo, Pac man.
Yo, you know me, money?
Yo, I don't know you an' all that shit, but what's up wit' this Pac Man shit?
What you mean, "what's up wit' this Pac Man shit?" This my hood, man.
This my hood fo' five years, man, just got out, man, I'm just tring to get some money, man.
Yo, I want you to get money and all that shit, but you can't get it here, man.
What you mean I can't get it here? I been here all my motherfucking life, b.
Ain't none of y'all New York niggas taking over this shit, up around here, man.
How the fuck you know I'm a New York nigga?
You smell like a New York nigga to me, man.
Five years ago, where were you man?
I was locked up, man.
You were born and raised in this joint?
Born and raised here, my momma here, my poppa here, everybody here, man.
Well, we was born up the block.
Yeah, I was born and raised here, and ain't none of y'all niggas gonna run me out of my hood.
So what you saying, nigga?
Nigga, what you saying, nigga?
This what the fuck I'm saying!
Ride or die, motherfucker.
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"Pac Man" as written by Kasseem Dean Earl Simmons
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