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They for the kid to say lay, yeah

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

Get 'em

My shit is the I get in the booth
And start like I'm missing a tooth
You listening duke, I'm gripping the coupe, the roof
Sip the juice mixed with the goose
Or of the yak, I got gats that could lift up a moose
Stay with a biscuit to shoot I'm Bishop in Juice
I get more bitches 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 price on the birds, you might could get served
You come with the doe, I with the blow
But if you don't come with the change I'm a come them thangs
Run up on you with the gun in the
The collar coat hold a and fifty
You wanna get busy, come get me, bury you cats
'Cus I the knife and I marry my gat

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A yo my sick I need an antihistamine
Both of my wrists gleam and my just as mean
It's blue but it's like Listerine
I get the cream on the strip fucking the fiends
So go and get your
And I'll get 'em all smoked like a stick a or a nick of green
And I don't talk to these like 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 I can tell I'll sell a chick a dream
I'll let her sip a little liquor, let her hit the
Then I'm a unbutton her and unzip her jeans
And merk that ass, that ass
show you how to work that ass
And I with my boy Kells in the hotel no more
I'm on the strip making fish scale galore

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I'm still a fool, packing a tool
back to the dude before 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 cool the mac or the ooze
And I'll clap at you dudes, I ain't scrapping you
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 get jacked for your food

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

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