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People got to money
(Gangsta)
like that
(Just that)
My for murda
(Murda)
Couple pounds of
(Pounds of brown)
DT's
(Couple DT's)
Fo' or five of them big things they call

See I was raised in the
But niggas tote guns and run
out on the one and one servin' the bomb
Niggas talk about Miami but they to come
Leavin' they family in just to play in the sun

Nigga, we did you done and what you talkin' about
Like droppin' up out of town and keepin' dope in the house
Ain't give my life to that 'cause it's and out
That's how it is you exposed in the south
See

All I need is big guns on the of me
'Bout a a brick of yay and a pound of weed
Straight do or die bitches die for me
How many niggas down to ride me
(Hey, hey)

All I need is big guns on the of me
'Bout a a brick of yay and a pound of weed
Straight do or die that'll die for me
How many down to ride with me
(Hey, hey, hey)

The reenactment of my first
no remorse and no feelin's
Hell, cuz I ain't even this nigga
The shit was deep I couldn't let it go
While I was shootin' my money
Fruitin' bout my dough,
I his ass like the last muthafucka

Went in with stunnas, came out with them cuttas, cut up
You shoulda seen the muthafucka thumpin'
after bullet pumpin' fully after fully
You went in bad choppas
I still got 'em, that begged for his life but I still shot him
I let him know bitch, this is how I 'bout ya
I him out but now his momma 'bout to hear about him

I'm from the era of the goodfellas, you
Nigga Big Ike, Big Nose Bob and Bo Dilly
I growed up on the turf watchin' and them
Murph dropped the top on the bird, that nigga was them
I take this back to thirties and vogue
Let's see way before them Bama-ass hammers and loaves
in the days when the ave was jumpin'

Every nigga was gettin'
Every was pumpin' and jumpin'
Huh, but now we in the new era
A new game a different and a whole buncha new killas
Money, money,
Every time, goddammit I'll say it every
Betta us murderers

All I is big guns on the side of me
'Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of
Straight do or die that'll die for me
How many niggas down to ride me
(Hey, hey, hey)

All I is big guns on the side of me
'Bout a a brick of yay and a pound of weed
Straight do or die that'll die for me
How niggas down to ride with me
(Hey, hey, hey)

The boy think he paid, jumpin' out
Squeezin' AK's, on the ground lay
That's how we do this shit in
bee's, snappin' pictures plottin' killin' me
Them my dogg, hell naw it couldn't be
Gotta straighten shit, got SK's with extra clips
Holla "killer head", and make them flip the script

Cut it back to light, the left, rip the right
feel my eyes, these bitches down to die tonight
Pull on the side, raise it up squeeze that thang
Went "bang, bang" till muh'fuckin' brains hang
I live for this, so damn right I for this
And I get that feelin', ain't gon' be no hit or miss

All I need is big on the side of me
'Bout a half a brick of yay and a of weed
Straight do or die bitches die for me
How many niggas to ride with me
(Hey, hey, hey)

All I need is big on the side of me
'Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of
do or die bitches that'll die for me
How many down to ride with me
(Hey, hey, hey)

(Gangsta)
Just that
(Just that)
My recipe for
(Murda)
pounds of brown
(Pounds of brown)
Couple
(Couple DT's)
Fo' or five of big things they call shoppas