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'For leaf big blowgun, fag bitch, doj' an'
Peach chrome, sick Rover, Zeke home so bend
He looked at me and said "Killa be your kitchen pitcher, the bing was rough"
I said I did the bid wit' ya
Capiche, not Mona Lisa it's the big
Six scriptures, six blickers, triggers, strip niggaz
The Big Dipper, liquor, big liver
Now that you home watch the shit differ, I dig
Soon as a whisper, believe we jiggin' Jigga
He Elton in a barber chair, he'll get the Clippers
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, some snitched, some owed us
Piss on the tombstone, on it, "Told you so"
Check my portfolio, I was poor rose 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
snort it all, this fact I report to y'all
Go inside, extort them all, from short to tall you 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, temp, P-89s
Everyday we shine, fine, pay me mind
My watches are retarded, you can call 'em crazy
Mines are than brothers
We gon' rock til the Range, Benz, and clutter
Garage, colors
Crayola box, for that, payola 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 dead the

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

And you Rell, I do worst than foul
murdered Roberta, lawyer murdered murder trials
We to style, walk on Persian tile
On the island with millions, to Al
I get cake in layers, not the News
But when I flip, I the papers, hate the mayor
I'm a gangsta, I fuck ma, go a player
Man these dudes are fish market, fillet ya
to war with Kromo, then Pataki
Then Guilliani, then I went to Cackalacky
What you tell 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 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, say, snitch and we never play, ay