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its mighty extreme to a king for people to be on the team how much money it to cheat to ya down and be drug free kenneth cole boots and sean john suits and execution that top of the who got the me some proof the the rhyme give me the loot awake like an owl and some tea watchin of muhamud ali dodgin death every step is my rep give me the checks like snaggle i'll step to the left with this but that quiet is kept my is tha boss of me the hot sauce to me you need diamonds and pearls to with me i stand with none hot as a gun the sound of the noise will you run move from the slugs that will rip lungs look in the eyes of the god rollin the with the cadi facade cut through the rain like blades the batter slang the rage i got my games from project weed, dope, and by the door anything that'll cause a threat talk to the bookie the bet never with leniency he won't with me gettin all mad when i the call gangsta's, hustlas, hoes, and all feel the pain when a falls blood in my from the wings of a hawk no angels guide me i to be lost