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its extreme to being a king for people to be on the team how much money it cost to to slow ya and be drug free with kenneth cole and sean john suits and execution top of the roof who got the show me proof the curser the rhyme me the loot awake an owl and drinkin some tea fights of muhamud ali dodgin death every step is my rep give me the checks like snaggle puss i'll to the left with this freak as quiet as kept my is tha boss of me pass the hot to me usin diamonds and pearls to flauce me i stand with none hot as a gun the of the noise will make you run move from the slugs that will rip your in the eyes of the greediest god rollin the streets with the cadi cut through the rain ninja blades the ram explains the raid i got my from project floors weed, dope, and dice by the anything that'll cause a threat talk to the bookie the bet with leniency he won't agree with me gettin all mad when i the call gangsta's, hustlas, hoes, and all feel the pain when a falls blood in my hair from the wings of a though guide me i seem to be lost