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They for the kid to say lay, yeah

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

Get 'em

My shit is the I get in the booth
And start spitting like I'm a tooth
You listening duke, I'm gripping the coupe, lifting the
Sip the orange mixed with the goose
Or shots of the yak, I got gats that could up a moose
Stay with a to shoot like I'm Bishop in Juice
I get more bitches Luke when I run the block
scream, "I wanna rock, I wanna 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 the doe, I come with 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 hold a hundred and fifty
You wanna get busy, come get me, I'll bury you
'Cus I the knife and I marry my gat

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A yo my sick I need an antihistamine
Both of my gleam and my fist just as mean
It's blue but it's see-through Listerine
I get the cream on the strip with 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 to these hoes like I'm Mr. Bean
I let 'em mop me off get a Mr. Clean

And I might pop her off if the chick is
I got some stories I can tell I'll a chick 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 ass, hurt that ass
Cass show you how to that ass
And I ain't with my boy Kells in the no more
I'm on the making sells fish scale galore

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I'm still acting a fool, packing a
Went back to the dude before I was the black and the jewels
I don't feel right if I ain't 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 ain't you dudes
I'm kind of light and I fighting I got ratchets to use
I'll have cats like, "Damn yo happened to dude?"
Listen homey, if I'm hungry you'll get for your food

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

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