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'For big blowgun, fag nigga's bitch, doj' an'
Peach chrome, sick Rover, Zeke so bend over
He at me and said "Killa I'll be your kitchen pitcher, the bing was rough"
I said nigga I did the bid ya
Capiche, not Mona Lisa it's the big
Six scriptures, six blickers, grip triggers, strip
The Big Dipper, swig liquor, big
Now that you home the shit differ, I dig nigga
Soon as a nigga whisper, believe we Jigga
He Elton Brand in a barber chair, he'll get the
I don't care who you are, the point, don't be pa
We celebrities with guns, stars
Yeah remove ya bras, a few of in through-in cars
Spray 21, Blackjack, I ya cards
Kid roll, Peter like Kennedy
Friends me at the graveyard, visits from old enemies
Some bitched, snitched, some owed us dough
Piss on the tombstone, on it, "Told you so"
Check my portfolio, I was poor then to dough
KNow what I'm in a drought I score, overflow
I'm the waterboy, wet work for call
The price is nice, TLC, waterfalls
Fiends snort it all, this fact I report to
Go inside, extort them all, from to tall you oughta ball
And the ballas live and all my friends all to win
This the second time around, that you call again
Damn yo' lady fine, you on yo' baby grind
Me I'm 86, temp, P-89s
we shine, fine, don't pay me mind
My are retarded, you can call 'em crazy times
Mines are more brothers
We gon' rock til the Range, Benz, and clutter
Garage, colors
Yeah box, for that, payola doc
I'll lay you over a stroller with the odor ock
Is it not, huh, we immune to you
We shoot the wake up, striaght up and dead the

Ay yo hold the up
I we gon' shoot the wake up and dead the fu--
You dead already we gon' dead the
Matter fact son, bring that shit back up, it

And you heard Rell, I do worst foul
murdered Roberta, lawyer murdered murder trials
We deserve to style, walk on tile
On the island millions, Durst to Al
I get cake in layers, not the News
But when I flip, I make the papers, the mayor
I'm a gangsta, I fuck ma, go a player
Man dudes are fish market, straight fillet ya
Went to war with Kromo, then
Then Guilliani, then I went to North
What you gon' a mobster, cake was hella proper
No Pablo when I saw them helicopters
the letter niggaz, trinckets from the ghetto bird
Her word said I gave the whole birds
Man your case go find it, a new assignment
That ain't out, first of all that's call for silent
Contest to
You got no gunwounds, jail time, felonies, real shit on resume
I get you yay, not tomorrow, yesterday
If they ask, say, snitch and we never play, ay