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W-wh-wha, what, what?

Mobster, turn that up
Yeah, uh-huh uh
Sinister
uh-huh what?
Jayo, Jayo me on this one

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

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

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

Charlie Hustle, I hope I won't have to go
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 stabs a nigga, and came out
'Cause his heart pumps Kool-Aid, so I mixed it with my chicken
livin' and smokin' headache with a deuce-deuce
Now I gotta put my nosed back to use

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

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

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

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

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

All my bitches fancy dreams!
(Fancy dreams)
Comin' up 'cause we all on a 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 Isiah I'm a Rider
Sole survivor, Hillsider, 1400 Magazine Street
Narcotic bomb preparer provider

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's third down and nigga
You know you get tackled
Get your land you can old man
Niggaz so dope they named me twice like Duran

nigga put honey on 'em and feed 'em to my hogs
See I leave no evidence for the dogs
Now off the low stroll we go so let's
Lil' bitch, we the shit because the said so

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

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

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

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

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

I luh I my egg poached, hard over easy
In the through, hollerin' at her breezy

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