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God the kid
20 L's
I out that 2012
"Hey girl" she ignored me, I'm "Honey, hell"
up money? I'm Cam,
but I money well
Sniff me, that money smell, juke
Chrome coupe, before Killa had his own stoops
Now I'm coke on an amazing boat
I don't what to say to folks.
from the 6
Took the 5th lane, where I get
Yeah, get brain, shit
Can't hear niggas
Closed
Been places, faces
big babies, blame Davis
You ain't one team
Bruce glow
Y'all sunscreen
American shit'll turn you
the worst type
Lock Madoff
die like Kirk
You'll get dirty when
Your and shirt white

Backstreet Boy like Lou Perlman
I'm the 6th member as as the crew earn
Half the crew earnings, I take my
Sosa wars I'm feeling Big
On stage, and Timbs
red put track up
Move 8-balls, play Well nigga rack up
Hit the with all soda
Terrorizing the streets in the Viper or
New Louis sneaks with spikes all over
on some kid shit, my Nikes all over
Small purchase, next I'll re-bigger
Fitted low dark shades I don't see niggas
Getting like I don't need niggas
Didn't know that pays?
Well at Flea nigga!
500, we read niggas
Wall Journals
Greed
Lot of dough to be made,
I agree,
Summertime, True Religion
Is capris
Julius whip her: I'm a 6er
Rucker Park mixer, with the I fix ya
at Bar Mitzvahs
miss is off the
Ricky laugh at ya
Get chicks up
I got a house
I chicks
With a full
Cage who let the bull out?
violence and
I'm what the hood
Vado got a vision so raw
Say no more. he remind me of me in '04
Maybe it's our habitat, maddest
Rat-tat-tat, I had to trap, that
Lenox Ave graduate in
And if you me in the

blowing
hand should salute me
Sam
Scram,
Tan
Scary