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[Chorus - LA the
Makin' money smokin' weed nigga front a nigga bleed makin' money fuckin' hoes nigga just how it goes
Makin' money smokin' weed nigga front a nigga bleed money fuckin' hoes nigga thats just how it goes

1 - Willie the Kid]
This ain't rap it's a
This shit is real catch ya man slipin' walkin' Popeyes
The bullets fly through yo' bag fly yo' drink
The bullets cut a man down, blood on mink
There's in the street, you see the crowd formin'
You had a for the the crowd, you puttin' on a performance
a bow, it's kinda hard you on the ground twitchin'
Your hopin' you recover, downtown snitchin'
"I know who did it, them niggas the other side,
They my face, and know ma brother ride"
Meanwhile in the hood still rollin', the fiends still smokin'
The cops patrollin', sing sing is the shooters, the gargoyles
How you it you can get it beef charbroiled
The Mongolian, we get forties in
Down South traffickin', bring homie in

{Makin' money smokin' weed nigga front a nigga bleed makin' money fuckin' nigga thats just how it goes}x4

[Verse 2 - the Kid]
to the Midwest, firearm central
Mad traphouses, and dope fiend
In the stuntin', we sweatin' mad bitches
Airbrushed 2Pac, backdrop
it up homie, lift it up homie
Hennesy it's a tab, it up homie
You pick it up nigga, I ain't payin' for
I'll see you outside I'm sprayin' ma

{Makin' smokin' weed nigga frontin' nigga bleed makin' money fuckin' hoes nigga thats just how it goes}x4

[Verse 3 - the Kid]
All I see is money, weed, and
Police and guns
coats and Cartiers, Air Ones
Where I'm from real, for the cromas we kill
For a piece of the pie, somebody die
And not to mention the thing
A ki lloyd fifty yo' face, no cold creme
It's mad obituaries, printed up like
We gettin' money, gettin' high, nigga poppin' o

{Makin' money smokin' weed nigga frontin' nigga bleed makin' money fuckin' hoes nigga just how it goes}x4

[Outro - DJ
See it to be money, power, respect
Now money, power, respect, and hip hop
And it take a of millions to hold us back
Call me public enemy one
Nigga, AMG,
This is how it's