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

See I was in the slums
But niggas tote distribute and run
Watch out on the one and one the bomb
Niggas talk about but they scared to come
Leavin' they family in just to play in the sun

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

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

All I need is big 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 many niggas to ride with me
(Hey, hey, hey)

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

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

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

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

All I need is big guns on the 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 guns on the of me
a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed
Straight do or die that'll die for me
How many niggas 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 in Dade
Killer bee's, pictures plottin' killin' me
Them my dogg, hell naw it couldn't be
Gotta straighten this shit, got SK's extra clips
Holla "killer head", and make them bitches flip the

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

All I need is big 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 down to ride with me
(Hey, hey, hey)

All I is big guns on the side of me
a half 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)

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