It's one in the same as muscle, a great hustler, ya dig? And you keep it playa all the time, man You ain't even keep it G You got too many gangsters on team with you (CyHi!) crazy, is real live spots It don't be no dope on Sundays, or Because that's them folks sliding through they main days, Tuesdays, Thursdays and Sundays So you either pick yo or pick yo battles right, cuz Shit, nigga look up and be straight just moving and smuggling All you gotta do is make that shit hit that safe And you gon a bank roll to put in
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I'm from the home of the peach We had to call if you wanted to order keys Our blow was from Miami (whew!) enjoy the Florida Got a Zo' pound and broke it to all quarter P's Don't run off with the pack, my nigga, we to torture thieves Immigrant killers, huh, I they Portuguese And y'all lookin' like some sittin' ducks just a porch of At 17, I was on the run a fugitive All he me was game and I kept it like it a souvenir I swear I seen them things come, than some new veneers I was to be in school, I think it's like my junior year Coupe DeVille, he said, "Remember three rules First you 'gon need a tool and if you pull it, to kill Never shit you lay, don't bring that work to the crib Clique full of killers, that means you got a weak You need corporate gangsters, can't have a bunch of street dudes Never gang-bang but I can call 'em if I to My homies was crippin' so hard, all eat is seafood Had a manager named Bellow, he used to me Kung-Fu It was ironic 'cause I had to him Sifu Boy I'm dope, you put the lighter on the teaspoon All I know is drug-lords, kingpins, street I'm all of them niggas rehab Fuck around and relapse I hear this beat slap Just on Briarcliff Road alone, I was servin' three traps I was deep in the game, I'm to my knee caps If a cutie was a mile, I just served a three laps I be nervous when I rap cause I be the beat tap-pin' You and your is all bark, I'm talkin' tree sap
Dig this, man sharpen man like steel steel, understand me? Check out cuz, every nigga think he the slickest thing moving 'Til he gets in the game
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Yeah, Godfathers, top shotters, block Outsiders, box riders, God got us Chargers, mob daughters, trap houses Fly swatters, stoppers, got choppers Know mobsters who murder, like soccer Light talker, put in work, night off ya, good shooter, knife propper Dice dropper, street ties, collar I done seen it all, I was by the mob When you stop behind the car, give yourself another car Can't let 'em box you in, that's how they did Pac Only trust your friends as far as you can them And you ain't a boss if you ain't ever a loss, pimp When you in the club leave your on the car rim My OG's done retired, that's why the police never them So get money and get out, that's the lost gem
See this shit ain't got no for nobody You niggas think you poppin' now? You have a back-up plan Put these up on this, CyHi There's only ways out this shit Dead, jail or get your legal on I'm car-washes, barbershops, real-estate App-stores, gyms, juice, clubs, shops Studios, me?
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