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It's your boy Max
We wavy, baby, on the wave
Why I always do
'Cause I had this over over my so I said
I figured you know if I gotta go trial, just go trial
At least I know a nigga out holdin' it down
You what I'm sayin
We was a of something together my nigga
He it, number one
Like he wavy right now, and I always knew it's no secret
Get the Coke Wave, to it
Keep the on radio, Macaroni and Cheese
Like, I'm 'em
I already knew was gonna go down, you feel me
It's

No evil in you is the guest shall prosper me
Who God bless, no man

And say,(Han!)
It's what ya all been for,
what ya all been waitin' for,
It's what ya all waitin' for, ain't it?
What people payin' for?

It's ya all been waitin' for,
It's what ya all been for, (Han!)
It's what ya all been waitin' for, it?
What payin' paper for?

Murder, blooded murder,
blooded murder,
My on the line,
Murder was the that they gave me

Murder, blooded murder,
blooded murder,
My on the line,
Murder was the that they gave me

Getting up, then he got up,
Came then he lit the spot up,
hit the chart up
Moroccan boy, you boy,
3 chains on, I be boy,
out the lobby boy,
Nigga you can read on, each on,
French, got my on,
money I can lean on,
Canary chain cold but keep the heat on,
Your with the raccoon vest, Peter Pete on
Catch me at the game, wood where my feet on,
for an actress on my wood I could skeet on,
Mansion on the hand, live from the mother land,
2 on, east side where you rumbling,

Murder, blooded murder,
Cold murder,
My on the line,
Murder was the case that they me

Murder, blooded murder,
Cold murder,
My on the line,
Murder was the that they gave me

It's ya all been waitin' for,
It's what ya all waitin' for,
It's what ya all waitin' for, ain't it?
What people payin' for?

what ya all been waitin' for,
It's ya all been waitin' for,
It's ya all been waitin' for, ain't it?
What payin' paper for?

Alfred Hitchcock, two fifth, spot
Caught a nigga for his chain and his wrist watch,
was the case that they gave me,
I can't believe my boo 'bout to my baby,
Fuck, you out of luck, truck,
Pull up, distance, shoot than Miller
Ducking from the narcs, get torn apart
Out of control, now a go control him up,
Shoot outs and move out, ask the brick
Now I'm floor seats, to the bench players,
Mike Bibby, it's my city,
Lead the game, hit House, me and Diddy,

Murder, cold murder,
blooded murder,
My on the line,
was the case that they gave me

Murder, blooded murder,
blooded murder,
My on the line,
was the case that they gave me

Murder, cold murder,
blooded murder,
My on the line,
Murder was the case they gave me

Murder, cold murder,
Cold murder,
My on the line,
was the case that they gave me

It's what ya all waitin' for,
It's ya all been waitin' for,
It's what ya all been for, ain't it?
What people paper for?