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'For leaf big blowgun, fag nigga's bitch, 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 nigga I did the bid wit' ya
Capiche, not Mona Lisa the big picture
Six scriptures, six blickers, grip triggers, niggaz
The Big Dipper, swig liquor, big
Now that you home watch the differ, I dig nigga
Soon as a whisper, believe we jiggin' Jigga
He Brand 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 ours in cars
21, Blackjack, I knew ya cards
Kid roll, Peter Rowe Kennedy
with me at the graveyard, visits from old enemies
Some bitched, some snitched, owed us dough
Piss on the tombstone, 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 water
The price is nice, TLC, waterfalls
Fiends snort it all, this I report to y'all
Go inside, extort them all, from short to 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' fine, you been on yo' baby grind
Me I'm 86, highest temp,
we shine, fine, don't pay me mind
My are retarded, you can call 'em crazy times
Mines are more than
We gon' rock til the Range, Benz, and clutter
Garage, assorted
Crayola box, for that, payola doc
I'll lay you over a with the strangest odor ock
Is it over not, huh, we to you
We the wake up, striaght up and dead the funeral

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

And you heard Rell, I do worst foul
They murdered Roberta, lawyer murdered murder
We deserve to style, on Persian tile
On the island with millions, 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 these dudes are fish market, straight ya
Went to war with Kromo, Pataki
Then Guilliani, then I went to Cackalacky
What you gon' tell a mobster, cake was hella
No Petey Pablo I saw them helicopters
That's the niggaz, trinckets from the ghetto bird
Her word said I the whole ghetto birds
Man your case go it, need a new assignment
That ain't giving out, first of all that's call for
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