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You in the circle line, what's
Ain't your out yet
Ain't you that Willie Benz pusher (?)
please in the Hills of Beverly you find us Heavenly
Swingin' dick to Anderson bitches daily
LOX, we ball it's paper view y'all
Straight movie, flee to see three I'm oozy
Now gentlemen, do we have to get into some gangsta
For me to get paid and I saw y'all just get
It's the (?), as a but on point though
I blast up the Loca for on my coke-ah
LOX, in control and power
And everything you see us sweatin' in our videos be
But you can't afford it so you player hate, I see the
My fifteen-hundred keeps your army in the closet
As long as L-O-X keep giving you you need
We gonna it there nigga, as we proceed

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Yo, you know what I'm here for
Therefor be the niggas that I care for
down this foundation, Mister Jason
Balled head face and I stay laced and
you pay good you play good
I'ma get this money while these fake stay low
And why I be stackin' Franks
Fifteen in the clip you packin' shanks
(?) swingers, hair (?), fed bidders, niggas
The kids still dig us
Next time be who you bring drama to
Speaker in the Suburban with (?)
Pad lock, filled to the top and
We ain't stop
We just going to squeeze through your
Dinero, Louch, bounce to the coup
No trouble all my niggas bubble like
Or geese, nauticale fleece it aint
But now I can drop on the piece
in axe duels with whoever
Who you kidding, to back
Like on the other side of Clinton
Shock treatment for the who can't freak it
I keep it dusted thats why they try to leak it
But it, that weed shit you can keep it
We trying to all the real 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
chance is second round I aint jumpin' in no bull
Fucking with the guiani's and the
When the making me hot, I move where it's cool
Our is just for figment
You never see my rolls (?) moving through the pyramid
This is for the cats like "Who's the Lox?"
Better flow up to Yonkers nigga, a block
Got Arabics, Ricos, and Wops
Drinking booze up the (?) tryin' to lose the
Same shit, where you at, but "you" at?
I got my felony, holding 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 they like us where we live
Take notes, I'm a roach, holding my toast
Givin' my quotes, to the shorties livin' dope
You think it ain't real, until you in
And you hit a feel, you keep the rage in
'cause you made a mil' so we keep it blazin'
And the on the hill, fucking niggas girls
But they keep on the pill, a dog where you at
'cause the honey is tight ill, everything is