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W-wh-wha, what, wha-what

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The freight, nigga the hype
Beotch, you gotta pay me to breathe on the mic
High, higher a dust cloud
Hella disrespectful, all up in the party loud

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

I'm vicious, mugged and mad doggin' niggaz
Like the, the Grinch Who Stole Christmas
I like to, like to, finger 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, major
Then I pass it to my nigga Jayo

Up the glass is shatterin', bitch it matterin'
They scatterin', see me and start splatterin'
The cowards are heartless, so you burn like
Niggaz that got eyes get broke up like dice games

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

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

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

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

Killa nigga put honey on 'em and 'em to my hogs
See I no evidence for the police 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 from a cabbage silly
Get these chips even if it lettin' these motherfuckers have it

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

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

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

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

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

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