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52 carat blue
Rhymin', designin', grindin'
You can shake like 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 cash to earn, tiga
Check it homie get with me
If i can find 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 started
And yo back fo the shark
cold-hearted

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

I got a for Adidas, boss
But I betcha don't know what my cost, do ya
On chew, dem baby pit bulls
And ain't no way you can my....cool
The floor at the Marriot
You know, me and my chill there a lot

I sit alone when the on
With Tyson every time that the fight's on, 'em
I remember rhymes to ride with nets
at the midnight high with jets
You know Al Capone stretched tryi' to save the
And I'm teflon down, t shirts and
you can taste, Rhymes, Rhymes galore
Rhymes you can buy at the candy
You know who I am, I'm like card scam
Hot soulfood, greens and yams
Extra-curricula, that riddicula
Hit the cloud like the or the fiddila
Shouldn've lied, I coulda been a friend to ya
Now i got to get rid of ya

We got soda
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 on a triple beam
Now rock it up, and it up,
And try to grind into cream
Don't get caught with the same
Meaning don't get caught with the same thing,
It's like you got to be
hoes and niggaz wanna see you go far
I they mad when I ticks them off
But I'm a hyena so i got to laugh and some off

The hot wax real fatal
Sup'd up to perfection like a on a turntable
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 about your freak, i'mma say mine's way better
I rotate like the hands of a
And ways to make my rap beat all on your block
You better knock on the door
And lay them all on the tiga
'cause i think want more tiga
I blow em out like a tire
And hit the for Richard Pryor
Then call em all straight
The corks in me like the of a fox
So get the grease hot,
Or your be caught