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

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

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

I smoke over and again, God, forgive me
'Cause I'm a young thug tattoos in my skin
Four hundred thousand Benz 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, I flip in a Fleet wood
You know the one the platinum skin
And the chrome spinning shoes, that fill the good
slide in my Dodge Intrepid
Or the limousine over 83's and fresh meat

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

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

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

We ride Burbans and Lacs, black or blue
That's the only way we ride, chopping blades like
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 blades 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 thinking of a plan
I got chrome on my promotional van
I'm the new Liberraci, at how this shit got me
I with D-Block and the Dipset posse

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

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

We Burbans 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)

We Burbans and Lacs, black yellow or blue
That's the only way we ride, chopping blades like
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 me see another sunrise
'Cause sometime, it through the night is hard
Livin' in a where cheering kills, cheering 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 whole heap a
I know a bunch of blessings as well
I when I had to sleep on benches
Straight rob and leap over fences

In a single bound, I wish my mama see me now
Ain't no detectives to see me now
With no rival gangs trying to me down
It's MTV and BET now and ain't no mo' weed
Ain't nothing but the herb

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

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)

We ride Burbans and Lacs, black yellow or
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)