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They for the kid to say lay, yeah

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

Get 'em

My is the truth I get in the booth
And start spitting like I'm 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 lift up a moose
with a biscuit to shoot like I'm Bishop in Juice
I get more bitches than 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 the doe, I come with the blow
But if you don't come with the change I'm a come with thangs
Run up on you the gun in the dickie
The collar coat hold a hundred and
You wanna get busy, come get me, I'll you cats
I wife the knife and I marry my gat

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A yo my flow sick I an antihistamine
Both of my wrists gleam and my fist just as
It's blue but see-through like Listerine
I get the cream on the strip fucking with the
So go and get your
And I'll get 'em all smoked like a stick a nicotine or a nick of
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 a chick a dream
let her sip a little liquor, let her hit the green
Then I'm a unbutton her and unzip her jeans
And merk ass, hurt that ass
Cass show you how to work ass
And I ain't with my boy in the hotel no more
I'm on the strip making sells scale galore

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

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

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