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W-wh-wha, what, what?

Mobster, turn shit up
Yeah, uh-huh uh
shit
Uh-huh uh-huh
Jayo, smell me on this one

Jayo, I hope I ever have to go back to slangin'
Hello but if I do what I do
(That's I do)
Jayo, I I don't ever have to go back to slangin
Hello but if I do what I do
(That's I do)

out of my aunty's backyard, that's the chronic
I been havin' more candy than a pinata, more cake than Betty
Get on the and hit me on my locker 'cause I'm fake ID havin'
Strikin' and drivin' on a expired license comes in

Buy it the nigga with the best quality and the lowest prices
Spendin' that that the big homey advanced me
In of me with the next nigga
I love money plus I'm labeled rough
Known for bringin' bitch ass out of hidin'

Charlie Hustle, I I won't have to go back
To sherm sticks but if I do that's what I do
Charlie Hustle, I hope I have to go back
To sellin loop but if I do that's what I do

I a nigga, and Kool-Aid came out
'Cause his pumps Kool-Aid, so I mixed it with my Thunder chicken
Barely and smokin' headache with a deuce-deuce
Now I gotta put my snub nosed to use

I'm it gets crucial, 'cause I loves conflict
Fuck a I'm jackin' niggaz for pounds of bomb shit
And now my fingers is sticky like Sticky Fingaz from the
You gon' retaliate, nigga what that mean to me?

When you shoot it's Cartwright, on site I'm takin' flight
It's gon' rain on your head, I'm tearin' the roof off this bitch
As you fall like Guy, for to swipe my pie
Nigga DIE while your bitch give up the

All my niggaz fancy dreams
(Fancy dreams)
Comin' up 'cause we all on a scheme
(A scheme)

All my niggaz fancy dreams
(Fancy dreams)
Comin' up 'cause we all on a scheme
(A scheme)

All my bitches havin' dreams!
(Fancy dreams)
Comin' up 'cause we all on a money
(A scheme)

All my bitches fancy dreams!
(Fancy dreams)
Comin' up we all on a money scheme
(A scheme)

The freight, fuck the hype
Beotch, you pay me just to breathe on the mic
High, higher than a dust
disrespectful, all up in the party talkin' loud

Systemized, a triple striker, I was born
My mom and daddy shoulda me Isiah 'cause I'm a Rider
Sole survivor, Hillsider, 1400 Magazine Street
Narcotic bomb preparer provider

I'm vicious, mean and mad doggin' niggaz
Like the, like the Who Stole Christmas
I like to, like to, fuck bitches up in clubs
Take her home and get rug on my nuts

Stuck, Gin and Donald Duck
Nut, all on her spine and on her
Fuck, clientele
I pass it to my nigga Mista Jayo

Up the glass is shatterin', it ain't matterin'
They scatterin', see me and start splatterin'
The cowards are heartless, so you burn like
Niggaz that got snake eyes get broke up like games

Fuck a bitch, why? 'Cause skeezers don't us
So I go around sippin' fine wine like Jesus
And every time I bust a spit a hip-hop quote
Drinkin' Moesha Brandy, spinnin' like hundred spokes

All my bitches havin' dreams!
(Fancy dreams)
Comin' up 'cause we all on a scheme
(A scheme)

Still drinkin' brothers is Snapple
I snap like a snapping turtle
Nigga, shittin; on the keeps my land fertile
I my own shit, fruits, vegetables and tobacco

It's third down and forty
You you gon' get tackled
Get land while you can old man
Niggaz so dope they named me twice Duran Duran

Killa nigga put honey on 'em and 'em to my hogs
See I leave no for the police dogs
Now off the low stroll we go so flow
Lil' bitch, we the because the people said so

You can't a lettuce from a cabbage silly rabbits
Get these chips even if it lettin' these motherfuckers have it

got out of line, I had to ice him
Reached into my drawers, and out my strap
got out of place, I had to chop him
Reached into my and pulled out my strap, check it out

Nickle plated planet Clint Eastwood special
strictly for staplin' and toe taggin
Po-po wrote me up a citation 'cause I was saggin' and
My bitch, by her

I had to, I had to the bitch bleed, last New Year's Eve
She to hit me with a fryin' pan, my attitude wasn't carin'
Backslapped that hoe in of her parents
More than a janitor

It gets mannisher and and mannisher
on a roach, loitering in a McDonald's parkin' lot
Throwin' up signs
To as if he was some kind of first coach

I luh I like my egg poached, over easy
In the drive through, at her breezy

All my bitches havin' dreams
(Fancy dreams)
Comin' up 'cause we all on a scheme
(A scheme)