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52 blue diamond
Rhymin', interior designin',
You can shake cheddar me on the mic
Hit your point, hold money when you're rollin' the dice, baby
Uhh.. you go crash-and-burn
Or wake up in the morning with to earn, tiga
Check it homie get with me
If just i can your hood again
Who is that in the yo couldn't be
All the way out here, Nicki t
Russian, get the sparked
Get the party
And watch yo back fo the
Nigga

We got soda
All the way down in
We got soda
Down in

I got a fetish for Adidas,
But I betcha don't know my Fila's cost, do ya
On chew, like dem pit bulls
And ain't no way you can my....cool
The 12th floor at the
You know, me and my tigaz chill a lot

I sit when the mic's on
With Tyson every that the fight's on, kill 'em
I remember rhymes used to with nets
Flight at the high with jets
You know Al stretched tryi' to save the sets
And I'm teflon down, t and gats
Rhymes you can taste, Rhymes, Rhymes
Rhymes you can buy at the candy
You know who I am, I'm like credit scam
Hot soulfood, greens and yams
Extra-curricula, netting riddicula
Hit the cloud like the bear or the
Shouldn've lied, I coulda been a friend to ya
Now i got to get rid of ya

We got bakin
All the way down in
We got soda
Down in

I told my mom somethin' made her cry
Looked her in the eye and said don't die
We not gonna an' tour, but we gon get by
So most of us gonna be in hell high,
Now put the rhyme on a beam
Now rock it up, and it up,
And try to into triple cream
Don't get caught the same scheme
Meaning get caught with the same thing, King
like you got to be bald
'cause hoes and wanna see you go far
I think they mad I ticks them off
But I'm a hyena so i got to laugh and break off

The hot wax real fatal
Sup'd up to perfection like a weapon on a
They say got a new baretta
And he'll be aiming his gat like a letter, foreva
I hit the night like weather
And if you brag about your freak, say mine's way better
I rotate the hands of a clock
And find ways to make my rap beat all on block
You knock on the door tiga
And lay them all on the floor
'cause i think want more tiga
I blow em out like a flat
And hit the for Richard Pryor
call em all straight liars
The corks in me like the of a fox
So get the hot, nigga
Or your tigaz'll be