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W-wh-wha, what, what?

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

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

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

Buy it from the nigga with the best quality and the lowest
Spendin' capital that the big homey advanced me
In front of me the next nigga
I money 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 hope I 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 chicken
Barely livin' and smokin' headache with a
Now I put my snub nosed back to use

I'm dangerous it gets crucial, I loves conflict
Fuck a headache I'm jackin' for pounds of bomb shit
And now my fingers is sticky like Sticky Fingaz from the
You gon' retaliate, nigga what that 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 like Guy, for to swipe my pie
Nigga DIE while bitch give up the Beaumont

All my niggaz fancy dreams
(Fancy dreams)
Comin' up 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)

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

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

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

Systemized, a triple striker, when I was
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 mugged and mad doggin'
Like the, like the Who Stole Christmas
I like to, like to, finger fuck bitches up in
Take her and get rug burns on my nuts

Stuck, Gordon's Gin and Duck
Nut, all on her spine and on her
Fuck, major
Then I pass it to my nigga Jayo

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

Fuck a bitch, why? 'Cause skeezers please us
So I go around sippin' fine wine like Jesus
And every I bust a spit it's a hip-hop quote
Drinkin' Moesha Brandy, spinnin' like hundred spokes

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

Still Krypton brothers is Snapple
Then I snap a snapping turtle
Nigga, on the world keeps my land fertile
I grow my own shit, fruits, and tobacco

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

Killa 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 flow
Lil' bitch, we the shit because the people so

You can't tell a from a cabbage silly rabbits
Get these 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 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 carin'
Backslapped hoe in front of her parents
More ki's a janitor

It mannisher and mannisher and mannisher
Smokin' on a roach, loitering in a McDonald's 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 through, hollerin' at her breezy

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