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'For big blowgun, fag nigga's bitch, doj' an'
Peach chrome, sick Rover, Zeke so bend over
He looked at me and said "Killa I'll be your kitchen pitcher, the was rough"
I said I did the bid wit' ya
Capiche, not Mona Lisa the big picture
Six scriptures, six blickers, triggers, strip niggaz
The Big Dipper, liquor, big liver
Now that you home watch the differ, I dig nigga
Soon as a nigga whisper, believe we jiggin'
He Elton in a barber chair, he'll get the Clippers
I care who you are, the point, don't be stupid pa
We celebrities with guns, shooting
remove ya bras, a few of ours in through-in cars
Spray 21, Blackjack, I knew ya
Kid roll, Peter Rowe like
with me at the graveyard, visits from old enemies
Some bitched, some snitched, owed us dough
on the tombstone, write on it, "Told you so"
Check my portfolio, I was then rose to dough
KNow what I'm about in a drought I score,
I'm the waterboy, wet work for call
The is nice, TLC, some waterfalls
snort it all, this fact I report to y'all
Go inside, extort them all, short to tall you oughta ball
And the ballas live and all my friends all to win
This the second time around, that shit you again
Damn yo' lady fine, you been on yo' grind
Me I'm 86, highest temp,
Everyday we shine, fine, don't pay me
My are retarded, you can call 'em crazy times
Mines are more brothers
We gon' til the Range, Benz, and Porsches clutter
Garage, assorted
Yeah Crayola box, for that, doc
I'll lay you over a stroller with the strangest ock
Is it over not, huh, we to you
We shoot the wake up, striaght up and the funeral

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

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