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W-wh-wha, what, what?

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

Jayo, I hope I ever have to go back to slangin'
but if I do that's what I do
(That's I do)
Jayo, I hope I don't ever have to go back to
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, cake than Betty Crocker
Get on the horn and hit me on my 'cause I'm fake ID havin'
Strikin' and drivin' on a suspended expired license in

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The freight, nigga 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, when I was
My mom and daddy shoulda named me 'cause I'm a Rider
Sole survivor, Hillsider, block Magazine Street
Narcotic bomb preparer heroin

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

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

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

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

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

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

third down and forty nigga
You know you gon' get
Get your while you can old man
Niggaz so dope they named me twice like Duran

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

You can't tell a lettuce a cabbage silly rabbits
Get chips even if it means 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
Designed 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 tried to hit me with a fryin' pan, my attitude carin'
Backslapped hoe in front of her parents
More ki's a janitor

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

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

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