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

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

- 2X]
Little bit of dust, little bit of
bit of dro, little bit of heroine
A bit of ecstacy
why your bitch want to be next to me
We sell a little bit a

Buck]
I put the two Mags, up to doo rag
And rockaby baby, I'm in the blue Jag with new tags, in case you chase
I never knew that, the impact, comin up out a Eagle
A make a wob and wiggle screamin call my people
We got these pourin liters, and they shootin needles
Need to be takin your connection, we got it cheaper
Shit I ain't new to this, I met air stewardess
Who knows the ins and on how to get it in and out, nigga

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

Wodie you want, you want dope, you want coke
Wodie what you want, you X, you want dro
you got beef, I got a tec and a fo'
You feelin' hot and moist, I get you a ho
If you got no whip, I get you a car
If you don't got no skills, I get your more
My we don't cut it, we serve it raw
Got anythin you want, us awful hard

[50
My bling, so niggaz scheme
745i clean, this little shell nigga, fuck a triple
pot to cook coke, Joe to smoke, I was born to loc
Method cut the coke, 50 no
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 feel talent do to ya