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

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

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

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

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)

The reenactment of my murda
With no and no feelin's
Hell, cuz I ain't even know this
The shit was deep I just let it go
I was shootin' 'bout 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 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 know bitch, is how I feel 'bout ya
I asked him out but now his momma 'bout to hear him

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

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

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 that'll die for me
How many niggas down to ride me
(Hey, hey, hey)

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

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

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

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 bitches 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 half a of yay and a pound of weed
do or die bitches that'll die for me
How many niggas down to ride me
(Hey, hey, hey)

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