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(Verse 1 - Malice)
Say dog, let's not get
You wanna tango, I'll dress you in a halo
the gauge, polka dot ya braids
Face you in a chrome fo', that'll ya legs
And you move, I roll big and I can't lose
They watch so hard ain't I do, that ain't news
Carry it like I'm a to the game
I cut short any whisper that, my name
toast on both coast, not for a joke
I'm known in the streets on the account, I coke
And we got word in the street the cops watch us
But don't stop us, we maneuvering move a little mo' cautious
I hate to think the dope game is my callin'
it got us singing lullaby's, to our fallin'
Tonight friend, until we meet
But for now and ya name, we and eat again, uh
I front, like I'm something I'm not
Well being well that's just, somethin' I'm not
Y'all talk wit hatred, but I live off
And I lived off cocaine, way 'fore I off rap
Feel me friend, if they could, they'd me friend (Yeah)
Cause I weigh too much, not to say too much
They couldn't take me in the CL, that's way too
And I'm too gone, y'all can talk on

(Verse 3 - Fabolous)
They me Mr., Pleasebelieveit, believe it please
I put the pump in ya mouth, and help you with ease
This in a hurry, ma I can't even fuck with you
If you in the itinerary
I don't know where dudes is buying jewelry
Why's ya ice cream, it's made by Ben & Jerry
Y'all the type of players, that be gettin' contracts
E-mail snitch, got these in ya 2-way
I'm in the club on that new Zecongac
In the 9 Jordan's, with the duce, trey, arm back
The street family so cool, we could throw up
if it was July, and we had on wood britches
I got them teflon's, that the fo'
That have under covers and po', cover and slow
The know, the kid been lovin' the dough
Since I was white off the curb, and shovelin' snow

(Verse 3 - T)
Ghetto streets so numb they me Novocain
I turn over caine, over and again
Hell, so much cliental, I lose it all today
Be the next day, still up in the same way
As I ya, all in three gestures, down up and aim
I can define death, better Webster, wet ya
Now ya, and of to my next venture
so white, June look like December
Winter time, snow everywhere, everywhere
So dough, I fly my hoes everywhere
Ask him, Pusha T, a ton
Push a ton of that shit, that makes ya run (*Sniffle*)
Yes I'm holdin', whether it's or coke in
In the door panel of my motion
Ain't jokin', but I laugh how flows convince you
It's money, it's funny, it's Comedy
mental, others is made up stinsel
When I'm on vacation, my ride in a rental
I'm livin', act as if I don't live it
Saran wrap vaseline, so can't sniff it
Eve say larine knitted, bermuda
You think they was poochie, if you over looked Medusa

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