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We get that paper baby boy, it's
You want to be You can't be me
Shorty me that ass on GP
Rollin' in a G-500, or the Porsche, roof

And I know that you're hopin' that I fall soon
But I ain't nowhere, hate to bust your balloon
And there ain't much room for all us
Limited space, the like a tour bus

I won't break, I just take, and take
Rape and rape, the game til no more cake
ass niggaz givin' up identities
Ain't my forte makin'

They soft ice cream, sweeter than Ben & Jerry's
Like [Incomprehensible], nowhere to be found but buried
The gun fail me, the money won't leave me
Stop on me baby 'cause it ain't that easy

Niggaz prints 'cause their palms so greasy
Their mind read easy, I see through 'em
The AK'll do 'em, like nobody 'em
Stop, it's best that you keep it movin', you'll get

We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' in the air
No warnin' shots, the fuck out of
Oh man homey, hate to do you this
Oh man homey, the tooley go click, click, click

We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' in the air
No warnin' shots, the fuck out of
Oh man homey, to do you like this
Oh man homey, the tooley go click, click, click

It's the high-roller, the talk of New York
David got my neck lookin' like a lightning
I'm in two-door Range Stormer
My truck plush, and the wheels are the size of rims on a bus

I need Bill Gates money, that's fifty-one billion
Six hundred Ki's, fifty-one million
Me and 50 in Hollywood, with Quincy
the Feds bought Nextel, I trashed my phone

Listen homes, glisten homes
my gun and my rims both sit on chrome
You move your in the car, I move weight by the carload
I in Marcy in a Murcielago

My connect is a named Flaco
With my aim, you a taco
Meetin' shells, yo the tryin' to peep our sales
My daughter up, she in Harvard and Yale, yeah

We ain't niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
No shots, the fuck out of here
Oh man homey, hate to do you like
Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click,

We ain't niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warnin' shots, the out of here
Oh man homey, hate to do you this
Oh man homey, the tooley go click, click, click

You see me rollin', showin' out the window
When you me shootin' out the Coup, then switch your lane
You want me creepin' two miles an hour, with my seat low
I'll hop up out the roof with fully-autos and embed it in your brain

It's like fee, fie, foe, fum, I smell the blood of a ass punk
One, two, three hundred
Fittin' to ring off them things off, and cook the
Old people, the pets and the
Whoever in the way, them strays hit

And we don't give a fuck about the police
This ain't Manhattan, Queens nigga
We're immune to the violence, nothin' to me
Fuck 'em they give a fuck about P
If they could kill me, believe me, they

why I set it off, and I get 'em real good
When them street, lights, on nigga
You best, have, gun on nigga
'Cause we ride and you die
As soon as I walk up, or

We ain't lickin' niggaz, we bustin' shots in the air
No warnin' shots, the fuck out of
Oh man homey, hate to do you like
Oh man homey, when the go click, click, click

We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' in the air
No shots, the fuck out of here
Oh man homey, to do you like this
Oh man homey, the tooley go click, click, click