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Everytime I'm in the kitchen, you in the
Let me finish this brick, 'fore you put that in
Listen, I know we just came from
But I'm on a mission, you see, there's money I'm missin
I got 'em posted, so the and I'm gonna murder y'all
You and all the goin through by servin y'all
And only cause my man heard of
than that, shit, y'all won't get served at all

[Tony
I went oodles and noodles to lobster and shrimp
I went from bare bubble coats, to new minks
And yo my neck upgraded, my wrist's
I stay C of F, I ain't got for Jacob
I'm still on the strip, to get my grims off
Nigga tryin to flip and its a stand off
I put a hole in your grill, with the mil
Dressed in all black, lookin for to steal

- 2X]
Little bit of dust, bit of cocaine
Little bit of dro, little bit of
A littlE bit of
That's why bitch want to be next to me
We a little bit a everything

[Young
I put the two Mags, up to doo rag
And rockaby baby, I'm in the Jag with new tags, in case you wanna chase
I knew that, the impact, comin up out a Desert Eagle
A make a nigga wob and wiggle screamin my people
We got these fiends pourin liters, and shootin needles
Need to be takin your connection, cause we got it
Shit I ain't new to this, I met this air
Who the ins and outs on how to get it in and out, nigga

Banks]
Ya if I put a dress code all black, nine and a laser
And the is an ink pen, bottle, or a razor
Your hollerin for ya, catch me in the hood with a model named Taysha
And the game major
cowards ain't gangsta, they tellin you lies by sellin you dreams
And ain't fill ins, they fiends
Plus they rat, and it's too hot to in the sun
My pops 39 old, and still on the run

Wodie you want, you want dope, you want coke
Wodie what you want, you want X, you dro
you got beef, I got a tec and a fo'
You hot and moist, I even get you a ho
If you got no whip, I get you a car
If you got no skills, I get your some more
My nigga we cut it, we serve it raw
Got anythin you want, play us hard

[50
My 22's bling, so scheme
clean, this little shell nigga, fuck a triple beam
Coffee pot to coke, Joe to smoke, I was born to loc
cut the coke, 50 no joke
I ain't "Scarface", no women, no kids, I don't a fuck
Better teach that bitch, and that little nigga to
With a Ruger, I put shots all through ya
If you survive you gonna what talent do to ya