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Akon and B. I.G.

Niggaz it but ain't livin' it
Cristyle pop I'm sippin' it, mob and lizard shit
Gator chunks bitch, rollin' with the willyist of the Willie
Hitch link cop, M1's and 9-Milli's, stories like a

Model bitch is if I'ma fuck with her
She knows I treat my bitches like
and Gabbana drippin', Big Poppa never slippin'
H-Class diamond, shinin', dinner with whinin', dinin'

Smokin' cigars and with Columbian nigga's
Panama and Enrique and shit, games we play, life endin'
Bitches bendin' with ease for a pair of Moschino jeans

Donna Karan Tank-top I got your bank stock, say on top?
Benjamins the rest of them, advancing from duplex to mansion
Stashin' keys, g's over seas, VCR's in my veins
elevates, money I make into stocks and real estate, bitch
Jet-skiing in the Caribbean, sand, discussin' plans with my man

Dark blue land, smoke tint, rims
And a that leave my rear views trembling
Whatchu gonna do when catch ya attitude
Drop to knees and show gratitude
Kiss my ring, it's a frank thing
I stay potent, devoted, take my dick and deep throat it

Eternal sunshine in this elevated world of
for this hour glass of time
Tryna find my purpose on grand design

Is there out there living
4, 5, 6's on the streets they
Is there any out there for me?
You just listen to this story

Picture me, a of the zone three
Scareless, don't know what I am to be
Shit 'cause, money came to me
shit shout, I suffered unshamelessly

The Lord humble especially if they act like
They too big for they draws when stacks right
I'm bullshittin' a buncha niggas back like
Right back home hungry, stacks gone they forget price

I know a nigga sold his for a nickel rock
I know hoe's for some dro you can hit the cock
I know a nigga workin' 9-5 on it
years ain't got a car to drive

I some niggas wanna act hard flicks bitch
Fake jack boys, rob, get killed
Got kinfolk back yard big
That's got to lift my this year

Eternal sunshine in this elevated of mine
Lookin' for this glass of time
Tryna find my purpose on this design

Is there anybody out there
4, 5, 6's on the streets shootin'
Is there any money out for me?
You listen to this hustler's story

Akon, while B.I.G. is up with Enrique
I'm on the coastline with Jose
We got the birds flyin' in the all day
to find a new way to smuggle in pure yay

We our business, ain't no small time thiefs
If you ain't growing the caine then we gonna meet
See, I am the one to call things get deep
And my Africans will put main man to sleep

Now, in far from the block
Tryin' to figure out how glocks to a box
Now, sellin' arms is what has in my socks
If you can show me the money, here's the keys to the

Now, yeah, you the streets is my territory
Ain't scared of nothing, let you it for me
Yeah, whether win, or draw
Believe the death is for all

Eternal sunshine in elevated world of mine
Lookin' for this hour of time
Tryna my purpose on this grand design

Is anybody out there living
4, 5, 6's on the they shootin'
Is any money out there for me?
You just to this hustler's story

Nigga's is quick to chuck rocks and hide
a break for it, get away from it
That was the but

The whole time I've been plotting on man
Caught him and sleepin'
I hit his ass with the
Here's something that you can't
How can one be so cold and a nigga so down

I am on some get back shit, there comes a
In every mans mind when he's deeper dollar signs
I been on the grind, got homies time
Behind actin' like bitches and bitches droppin' dimes

Duckin' and dockin', is red wise
is been telling no, there ain't no way that it slimmed
But nothin', we ride and and we gotta die
So you catch up to his ass before I catch up, give him
But that's one the real nigga here despise
I'm a 5K one killer, I've set his ass on

Eternal sunshine in elevated world of mine
Lookin' for hour glass of time
Tryna find my purpose on grand design

Is there anybody out there
4, 5, 6's on the streets shootin'
Is there any money out for me?
You just listen to this hustler's