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Rest in peace, Big Mello, we miss you, nigga
Man, I done so many homies, I need tissue nigga
million dolla pictures, me and all of my niggaz
In three years, I plan to have stacks like

Aw naw, hell, naw, man, y'all up and done it
We like everyday, smoking bluebonic, chronic
I did it, I it, this rap beef, you know who won it
I'm five million worldwide, I got mo'

Europe paid me G's for a hour show
And any would be a damn fool, not to go
You rap about Amsterdam, nigga, I really
And there, you could get ten blunts for ten

I smoke over and over again, God, me
'Cause I'm a thug with tattoos in my skin
Four hundred thousand dolla with my name on my rims
And when I up, hoes be like, I know that's him

Sometime I flip in a cream Caddy, sometimes I flip in a wood
You the one with the platinum skin
And the chrome spinning shoes, that fill the good
Might in my Dodge Intrepid
Or the limousine tint over and fresh meat

Guaranteed to squeeze when enemies me
I'ma the clip and reload again
Ain't got no gal, ain't got no
Only thing I give a damn about is my

I wish was alive
So I could him make another Dub again
I'm mad at the world, fuck love
'Cause my so called partnas I'm cappin'

Bitch, I've the right to live the good life
Y'all know how I've been rappin'

We ride Burbans and Lacs, black yellow or
the only way we ride, chopping blades like Screw
I'm the King of the Clover, Z-Ro, the Mo Don
And all we do is get
(Where I'm from)

We ride and Lacs, black yellow or blue
That's the only way we ride, chopping like Screw
I'm the King of the Clover, Z-Ro, the Mo Don
And all we do is get
(Where I'm from)

You know, I'm thinking of a plan
I got chrome on my promotional van
I'm the new Liberraci, look at how shit got me
I fuck with D-Block and the posse

My spinners don't stop, rappers don't shop
your jeweler told me, you be wearing fake rocks
And if I catch you in my hood, homie, you leave
I do niggaz like Fabolous, man, they can't breathe

I got a trick up my sleeve, don't ever pick up my
And I don't my hoes bye, I fuck 'em, get up and leave
And when I pass by the laws, I gotta switch up my
my spider on the highway, doin' 153

We ride Burbans and Lacs, black yellow or
the only way we ride, chopping blades like Screw
I'm the of the Clover, Z-Ro, the Mo City Don
And all we do is get
(Where I'm from)

We Burbans and Lacs, black yellow or blue
That's the only way we ride, blades like Screw
I'm the of the Clover, Z-Ro, the Mo City Don
And all we do is get
(Where I'm from)

Every morning I up and give my praises to God
Just for letting me see sunrise
sometime, making it through the night is hard
Livin' in a place where cheering kills, and police be the civilian

Lord, I've callin' you so long, I wonder if you even hear me
Even though I can call a heap a burdens
I know there's a bunch of blessings as
I when I had to sleep on benches
Straight rob motherfuckers and over fences

In a single bound, I wish my could see me now
Ain't no tryin' to see me now
With no rival gangs trying to me down
MTV and BET now and ain't no mo' regular weed
Ain't nothing but the best

With a grandaddy size cup of
Straight over ice, nigga, yes, sir
I'm leaning like I need a V8, representin' for the 3rd
Look, respect the South and we see straight, see straight

We ride Burbans and Lacs, black yellow or
That's the way we ride, chopping blades like Screw
I'm the King of the Clover, Z-Ro, the Mo Don
And all we do is get
(Where I'm from)

We ride Burbans and Lacs, yellow or blue
That's the way we ride, chopping blades like Screw
I'm the of the Clover, Z-Ro, the Mo City Don
And all we do is get
(Where I'm from)