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(Verse 1 - Malice)
Say dog, not get involved
You don't wanna tango, I'll you in a halo
Cock the gauge, polka dot ya
Face you in a chrome fo', that'll lock ya
And you move, I roll big and I can't lose
They watch so ain't nothin' I do, that ain't news
Carry it like I'm a stranger to the
I cut short any whisper that, my name
I'ma toast on both coast, not for a
I'm in the streets on the account, I know coke
And we got word in the that the cops watch us
But that don't stop us, we maneuvering move a little mo'
I to think that the dope game is my callin'
it got us singing lullaby's, to our fallin'
Tonight friend, we meet again
But for now and ya name, we and eat again, uh
I never front, I'm something I'm not
Well broke well that's just, somethin' I'm not
talk wit hatred, but I live off that
And I off cocaine, way 'fore I lived off rap
Feel me friend, if they could, they'd me friend (Yeah)
Cause I weigh too much, learned not to say too
couldn't take me in the CL, that's way too much
And I'm too gone, y'all can talk on

(Verse 3 - Fabolous)
call me Mr., Pleasebelieveit, believe it please
I put the in ya mouth, and help you breath with ease
This in a hurry, ma I can't even fuck with you
If you ain't in the
I don't where dudes is buying they jewelry
Why's ya ice cream, it's made by Ben & Jerry
Y'all the type of players, that be gettin' 2-day
snitch, got these in ya 2-way contacts
I'm in the club sippin' on new Zecongac
In the number 9 Jordan's, with the duce, trey, arm
The street family so cool, we could throw up
Even if it was July, and we had on 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 movin' white off the curb, and shovelin'

(Verse 3 - T)
Ghetto streets so numb they call me
I turn caine, over and over again
Hell, so much cliental, I could lose it all
Be the next day, still up in the same way
As I left ya, all in gestures, down up and aim
I can death, better than Webster, wet ya
Now bless ya, and of to my next
Blocks so white, June look like
Winter time, snow everywhere, everywhere
So much dough, I fly my 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 four-wheel
jokin', but I laugh how other flows convince you
It's money, it's funny, it's Comedy
Minds mental, is made up stinsel
When I'm on vacation, my babies in a rental
I'm livin', they act as if I don't 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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