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Akon and B. I.G.

Niggaz talkin' it but livin' it
Cristyle pop I'm sippin' it, mob hats and shit
Gator chunks bitch, rollin' blunts the willyist of the Willie
Hitch link cop, and 9-Milli's, stories like a motherfucker

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

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

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

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

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

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

Picture me, a product of the zone
Scareless, know what I am supposed to be
Shit 'cause, money never to me
When shit shout, I unshamelessly

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

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

I know niggas wanna act hard flicks bitch
Fake jack boys, can't rob, get
Got kinfolk back yard big
That's got to lift my homeboys year

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

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

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

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

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

Now, yeah, you know the streets is my
Ain't of nothing, let you fear it for me
Yeah, whether win, lose or
Believe the is waiting for all

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

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

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

The whole I've been plotting on this man
him slipping and sleepin'
I hit his ass the cane
Here's that you can't understand
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 doing time
Behind niggas actin' like bitches and bitches droppin'

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

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

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