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'For big blowgun, fag nigga's bitch, doj' an'
Peach chrome, Rover, Zeke home so bend over
He looked at me and "Killa I'll 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, grip triggers, 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 Brand in a barber chair, he'll get the
I don't who you are, the point, don't be stupid pa
We with guns, shooting stars
Yeah ya bras, a few of ours in through-in cars
Spray 21, Blackjack, I knew ya
Kid roll, Peter like Kennedy
with me at the graveyard, visits from old enemies
Some bitched, 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 drought I score,
I'm the waterboy, wet work for water
The price is nice, TLC, waterfalls
Fiends snort it all, fact I report to y'all
Go inside, extort all, from short to tall you oughta ball
And where the live and all my friends all to win
the second time around, that shit you call again
Damn yo' lady fine, you been on yo' grind
Me I'm 86, temp, P-89s
Everyday we shine, fine, pay me mind
My are retarded, you can call 'em crazy times
are more than brothers
We gon' rock til the Range, Benz, and clutter
Garage, assorted
Yeah 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 up, striaght up and dead the funeral

Ay yo hold the up
I said we gon' shoot the up and dead the fu--
You already we gon' dead the fu--
Matter fact son, bring that shit back up, 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 with millions, to Al
I get cake in layers, not the News
But I flip, I make the papers, hate the mayor
I'm a gangsta, I fuck ma, go a player
Man these dudes are market, straight fillet ya
Went to war with Kromo, Pataki
Then Guilliani, I went to North Cackalacky
What you gon' tell a mobster, cake was hella
No Pablo when I saw them helicopters
the letter niggaz, trinckets from the ghetto bird
Her word said I gave the ghetto birds
Man your case go find it, a new assignment
That giving out, first 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