Listen up I got a to tell... up I got a story to tell...
This one's about Puerto ruiz gold covering two teeth Unpredictable nigga, always in some new
at he plans robberies on his loose leaf only 17 wit the of a true theif never had the required to make it so he takes it, flossin wit the next man playin the block and smoke wit him 'cause 9 times outta 10, he laced it in his back-pack money blendin in 'cause he half movin through the like a lab rat never been a good his whole wigs poluted similar to the he recruited nappy head chris, pretty ricky, and ronnie became best of friends 'cause everyone of em before they met, they all did they of dirt now that they together situations got worse see brew? he the always got a mission but his trigger finger so the average nigga listen he his neck glisten 'cause he caught a nigga slippin in the benz wit a system with his lady friend but now this niggas down chumps on top of they textbooks gettin ready for next jokes and he a big timer, i know his Rolanda she live uptown by Pearl's the only thing now is to find her and get in her vagina, and Ricky, the bitch picky weeks passed with her is no and walkin the city his tattooed on her titties they for drinks drinks led to the led to the bed bed led to a he the question, she said exactly where he stayed at 'cause he cheated on her twice and is a way of payback now he on his way to Queens in his jeans goin over the to the cream but while he was gone, and Chris got arrested a side jinx nobody really expected now shits hectic a 4 man army to 2 niggas 4 arms and 2 but they aint care, they can the money in the air in the house, loaded chrome stuffed in his mouth made him sit the on the couch, snuffin him out and ran to the back room, punchin through the bathroom they the stash ziplock bags full of along side of some potent ass a passed, brew actin funny he aint like the idea of another nigga wit money
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