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They ready for the kid to say lay,

the boy Cassidy man
And I'm feeling like a red nose that we let out the cage man
I'm ready to bite one of you niggaz at any moment

Get 'em

My shit is the I get in the booth
And spitting like I'm missing a tooth
You listening duke, I'm the coupe, lifting the roof
Sip the orange mixed with the goose
Or shots of the yak, I got gats that could up a moose
with a biscuit to shoot like I'm Bishop in Juice
I get bitches than Luke when I run the block
Fiends scream, "I rock, I wanna rock, ock"

I'm right in the curb, and the herb
And I got a nice price on the birds, you might could get
You come with the doe, I come the blow
But if you don't come the change I'm a come with them thangs
Run up on you with the gun in the
The collar coat hold a hundred and
You get busy, come get me, I'll bury you cats
I wife the knife and I marry my gat

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A yo my flow sick I need an
of my wrists gleam and my fist just as mean
It's but it's see-through like Listerine
I get the cream on the fucking with the fiends
So go and get your
And I'll get 'em all smoked like a a nicotine or a nick of green
And I don't talk to these hoes I'm Mr. Bean
I let 'em mop me off get a Mr. Clean

And I pop her off if the chick is mean
I got some stories I can tell I'll sell a a dream
I'll let her sip a little liquor, let her hit the
Then I'm a unbutton her blouse and unzip her
And merk that ass, hurt ass
Cass show you how to work ass
And I ain't with my boy Kells in the no more
I'm on the strip making sells fish galore

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I'm still a fool, packing a tool
Went back to the dude before I was with the black and the
I don't feel right if I ain't strapped with the
But me a gat and I'm cool like the mac or the ooze
And I'll clap at you dudes, I ain't you dudes
I'm kind of light and I ain't fighting I got to use
have cats like, "Damn yo what happened to dude?"
Listen homey, if I'm hungry you'll get jacked for food

I'm on the move, back on the grind
I'm a born hustler, I just happened to rhyme
Who of ever thought I'll be the cat to get signed
But life hard to predict the shit happen
Cats jacking my lines, taking my
But there ain't no aloud
If you die then you can't testify I take it to trial
You can hate it, I take it and smile

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