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(Verse 1 - Malice)
Say dog, not get involved
You don't wanna tango, dress you in a halo
Cock the gauge, dot ya braids
Face you in a fo', that'll lock ya legs
And you can't move, I roll big and I can't
watch so hard ain't nothin' I do, that ain't news
Carry it I'm a stranger 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 know
And we got word in the that the cops watch us
But that don't stop us, we maneuvering move a little mo'
I hate to think that the dope game is my
Cause it got us singing lullaby's, to our
Tonight friend, until we meet
But for now and ya name, we and eat again, uh
I never front, I'm something I'm not
Well being well that's just, somethin' I'm not
talk wit hatred, but I live off that
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, way too much
And I'm too gone, y'all niggas can on

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

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

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