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They ready for the kid to say lay,

This the boy man
And I'm like a red nose that we just let out the cage man
I'm ready to bite one of you 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 gripping the coupe, the roof
Sip the juice mixed with the goose
Or shots of the yak, I got gats that could lift up a
with a biscuit to shoot like I'm Bishop in Juice
I get more bitches than when I run the block
Fiends scream, "I wanna rock, I rock, ock"

I'm in the curb, white and the herb
And I got a nice price on the birds, you might 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 hold a hundred and fifty
You get busy, come get me, I'll bury you cats
'Cus I the knife and I marry my gat

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A yo my flow sick I need an
Both of my wrists and my fist just as mean
It's but it's see-through 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 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 chick a
I'll let her sip a liquor, let her hit the green
Then I'm a unbutton her blouse and unzip her
And that ass, hurt that ass
Cass show you how to that ass
And I ain't my boy Kells in the hotel no more
I'm on the strip making fish scale galore

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I'm still acting a fool, a tool
back to the dude before I was with the black and the jewels
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 scrapping you
I'm of light and I ain't fighting I got ratchets to use
I'll have cats like, "Damn yo happened to dude?"
Listen homey, if I'm you'll get jacked for your food

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

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