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

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Yo, you already know I'm here for
Therefor be the niggas that I care for
Holdin' down this foundation, Jason
Balled head baby face and I stay and
When you pay good you good
I'ma get this money while these fake stay low
And why wouldn't I be Franks
Fifteen in the while you packin' shanks
(?) swingers, hair (?), fed bidders, real
The kids still dig us
Next be careful who you bring drama to
Speaker phone in the with (?)
Pad lock, to the top and everything
We gonna stop
We just going to through your glock
Dinero, Louch, bounce to the with
No trouble all my bubble like goose
Or geese, fleece it aint nothin'
But now I can drop on the piece
Butt in axe with whoever
Who you kidding, back to
Like cream on the other of Clinton
treatment for the cats who can't freak it
I keep it dusted why they always try to leak it
But peep it, that weed you can keep it
We trying to sell all the units we can eat with

Fuck the and and the clothes, sex and the bitch
Focus on life and niggas that run
Like a of wolves, with tools we all been frugal
This chance is second round I aint in no bull
Fucking with the guiani's and the
When the money's making me hot, I move where cool
Our pigment is for figment
You never see my rolls (?) moving through the pyramid
is for the cats that's like "Who's the Lox?"
Better flow up to Yonkers nigga, choose a
Got Arabics, Ricos, and Wops
Drinking up the (?) tryin' to lose the cops
shit, where you at, but where "you" at?
I got my first felony, a gat
And been robbed by cats, slingin' my sacks
P-A-N-I-R-O, B-M-Doub, see that thug, get that doe
We ain't positive, but we negative
The cops got guns, and dont like us where we live
Take notes, I'm a roach, holding 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 keep the in
'cause you never made a so we keep it blazin'
And the on the hill, fucking niggas girls
But they keep them on the pill, a dog you at
'cause the is tight ill, everything is real