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52 blue diamond
Rhymin', designin', grindin'
You can shake cheddar me on the mic
Hit point, hold your money when you're rollin' the dice, baby
Uhh.. either you go
Or wake up in the morning with cash to earn,
it homie get good with me
If just i can your hood again
Who is that in the car? yo be
All the way out here, Nicki t
Russian, get the weed
Get the party
And watch yo fo the shark
Nigga

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

I got a fetish for Adidas,
But I don't know what 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 chill there a lot

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

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

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

The hot wax that's real
Sup'd up to like a weapon on a turntable
They say got a new baretta
And he'll be aiming his gat like a crooked letter,
I hit the like stormy weather
And if you brag about freak, i'mma say mine's way better
I rotate like the hands of a
And find ways to make my rap beat all on your
You better on the door tiga
And lay them all on the tiga
'cause i think they want tiga
I em out like a flat tire
And hit the weed for Pryor
call em all straight liars
The corks in me like the of a fox
So get the grease hot,
Or your tigaz'll be