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You in the circle line, what's
Ain't yacht out yet
Ain't you that Benz pusher slash (?)
Nigga please in the Hills of Beverly you us Heavenly
Swingin' to Pamela Anderson bitches daily
LOX, when we ball it's paper view
movie, flee to see three while I'm oozy
Now gentlemen, do we have to get into some shit
For me to get paid and I saw y'all just get
the (?), as a nail but on point though
I blast up the for scheming on my coke-ah
LOX, in control and power
And you see us sweatin' in our videos be ours
But you can't it so you player hate, I see the logic
My coke fifteen-hundred keeps your army in the
As long as keep giving you what you need
We gonna take it there nigga, as we

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Yo, you already know what I'm for
L-O-X be the niggas that I care for
Holdin' down this foundation, Jason
Balled head baby face and I stay and
you pay good you play good
I'ma get this while these fake thugs stay low
And why I be stackin' Franks
in the clip while you packin' shanks
(?) swingers, hair (?), fed bidders, niggas
The little still dig us
Next be careful who you bring drama to
phone in the Suburban with (?)
Pad lock, to the top and everything
We gonna stop
We just going to through your glock
Dinero, Louch, bounce to the coup
No all my niggas bubble like goose
Or geese, nauticale fleece it nothin'
But now I can twenty-five on the piece
Butt in axe with whoever
Who you kidding, to back
cream on the other side of Clinton
Shock for the cats who can't freak it
I keep it dusted thats why they always try to it
But it, that weed shit you can keep it
We trying to sell all the real units we can eat

Fuck the cars and and the clothes, sex and the
on life and niggas that run thick
Like a pack of wolves, with tools we all been
This chance is second round I aint jumpin' in no
Fucking with the and the moles
the money's making me hot, I move where it's cool
Our pigment is for figment
You see my rolls (?) moving through the triangle pyramid
This is for the that's like "Who's the Lox?"
Better flow up to nigga, choose a block
Got Arabics, Ricos, and Wops
Drinking booze up the (?) tryin' to the cops
Same shit, you at, but where "you" at?
I got my first felony, a gat
And I've been by cats, slingin' my sacks
P-A-N-I-R-O, B-M-Doub, see that thug, get that doe
We positive, but we ain't negative
The cops got guns, and they dont us where we live
Take notes, I'm smokin' a roach, my toast
Givin' my quotes, to the shorties livin' with
You think it real, until you caged in
And you can't hit a feel, you the rage in
'cause you made a mil' so we keep it blazin'
And the fagots on the hill, fucking girls
But keep them on the pill, a dog where you at
'cause the is tight ill, everything is real