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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 nigga I did the bid wit' ya
Capiche, not Mona it's the big picture
Six scriptures, six blickers, triggers, strip niggaz
The Big Dipper, swig liquor, big
Now that you watch the shit differ, I dig nigga
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, be stupid pa
We celebrities guns, shooting stars
Yeah ya bras, a few of ours in through-in cars
Spray 21, Blackjack, I knew ya
Kid roll, Peter Rowe Kennedy
Friends me at the graveyard, visits from old enemies
bitched, some snitched, some owed us dough
Piss on the tombstone, on it, "Told you so"
Check my portfolio, I was poor rose to dough
KNow what I'm about in a 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 where the ballas live and all my all to win
the second time around, that shit you call again
Damn yo' fine, you been on yo' baby grind
Me I'm 86, temp, P-89s
Everyday we shine, fine, pay me mind
My watches are retarded, you can call 'em crazy
are more than 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 strangest ock
Is it not, huh, we immune to you
We shoot the wake up, up and dead the funeral

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

And you Rell, I do worst than foul
They murdered Roberta, lawyer murder trials
We to style, walk on Persian tile
On the with 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 dudes are fish market, straight fillet ya
Went to war Kromo, then Pataki
Guilliani, then I went to North Cackalacky
What you gon' tell a mobster, cake was proper
No Petey Pablo I saw them helicopters
That's the letter niggaz, from the ghetto bird
Her said I gave the whole ghetto birds
Man your go find it, need a new assignment
That ain't giving out, first of all that's for silent
Contest to
You got no gunwounds, jail time, felonies, real shit on your
I get you extra yay, not tomorrow,
If ask, never say, snitch and we never play, ay