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Akon and B. I.G.

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

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

Smokin' cigars and Bogatar with Columbian
Named Panama and Enrique and shit, we play, life endin'
Bitches bendin' over ease for a pair of Moschino jeans

Donna Karan I got your bank stock, say who's on top?
Benjamins under the rest of them, advancing from duplex to
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, white sand, discussin' with my man

Dark blue land, tint, chrome rims
And a system that leave my rear trembling
Whatchu gonna do when poppa catch ya
Drop to knees and show gratitude
my ring, it's a frank white thing
I stay potent, bitches devoted, take my dick and throat it

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

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

Picture me, a product of the three
Scareless, don't know what I am to be
Shit 'cause, money never to me
shit shout, I suffered unshamelessly

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

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

I know some wanna act hard flicks bitch
Fake jack boys, rob, get killed
Got back yard big whips
got to lift my homeboys this year

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

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

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

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

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

Now, yeah, you know the streets is my
scared of nothing, let you fear it for me
Yeah, whether win, lose or
Believe the is waiting for all

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

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

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

The whole time I've been on this man
him slipping and sleepin'
I hit his ass with the
Here's something that you understand
How can one be so cold and snatch a nigga so

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

and dockin', pussy's is red wise
Niggaz is telling no, there ain't no way that it slimmed
But nothin', we gotta and and we gotta die
So you catch up to his ass before I catch up, give him
But one thing 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 this 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