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

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

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

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

Sometime I in a cream Caddy, sometimes I flip in a Fleet wood
You the one with the platinum skin
And the chrome shoes, that fill the feet good
Might slide in my Intrepid
Or the limousine tint 83's and fresh meat

Guaranteed to squeeze when test me
I'ma empty the clip and again
Ain't got no gal, got no friends
Only I give a damn about is my ends

I [unverified] was alive
So I could watch him make another Dub
I'm mad at the world, fuck again
'Cause my so partnas think I'm cappin'

Bitch, I've earned the right to the good life
know how long I've been rappin'

We Burbans and Lacs, black yellow or blue
That's the only way we ride, chopping 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 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)

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

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

I got a trick up my sleeve, don't pick up my weed
And I don't tell my hoes bye, I fuck 'em, get up and
And when I pass by the laws, I gotta up my speed
'Cause my on the highway, doin' 153

We ride Burbans and Lacs, black yellow or
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)

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

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

Lord, I've been callin' you so long, I wonder if you hear me
though I can call a whole heap a burdens
I know a bunch of blessings as well
I remember when I had to on benches
Straight rob motherfuckers and leap fences

In a single bound, I wish my mama see me now
Ain't no detectives to see me now
no rival gangs trying to beat me down
It's MTV and BET now and no mo' regular weed
Ain't but the best herb

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

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