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'For big blowgun, fag nigga's bitch, doj' an'
Peach chrome, sick Rover, Zeke home so bend
He looked at me and said "Killa I'll be 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, liquor, big liver
Now that you home watch the differ, I dig nigga
Soon as a nigga whisper, believe we Jigga
He Elton in a barber chair, he'll get the Clippers
I don't care who you are, the point, be stupid pa
We celebrities guns, shooting stars
Yeah remove ya bras, a few of ours in cars
Spray 21, Blackjack, I ya cards
Kid roll, Rowe like Kennedy
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 I'm about 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 short to you oughta ball
And where the ballas live and all my all to win
the second time around, that shit you call again
Damn yo' lady fine, you been on yo' baby
Me I'm 86, highest temp,
Everyday we shine, fine, pay me mind
My watches are retarded, you can call 'em crazy
Mines are more than
We gon' rock til the Range, Benz, and clutter
Garage, colors
Yeah box, for that, payola doc
lay you over a stroller with the strangest odor ock
Is it not, huh, we immune to you
We the wake up, striaght up and dead the funeral

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

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