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(Verse 1 - Malice)
Say dog, let's not get
You don't wanna tango, dress you in a halo
the gauge, polka dot ya braids
Face you in a fo', that'll lock ya legs
And you can't move, I big and I can't lose
They watch so hard ain't nothin' I do, that news
it like I'm a stranger to the game
I cut short any whisper that, en-danger my
I'ma on both coast, not for a joke
I'm known in the streets on the account, I know
And we got in the street that the cops watch us
But don't stop us, we maneuvering move a little mo' cautious
I hate to that the dope game is my callin'
Cause it got us lullaby's, to our fallin'
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
being broke well that's just, somethin' I'm not
Y'all talk wit hatred, but I off that
And I lived off cocaine, way I lived off rap
me friend, if they could, they'd kill me friend (Yeah)
Cause I too much, learned not to say too much
They couldn't me in the CL, that's way too much
And I'm too gone, niggas can talk on

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

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

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