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my niggers with the big dicks?
Where're my niggers with the hot
Where're my living better?
We want Barettas and
Butter leathers and mad

Where're my niggers the big dicks?
Where're my niggers with the hot
Where're my living better?
We Barettas and Amarettas
leathers and mad cheddar

We play the front not the back there's beef I attack
Grab the and start lighting
Y'all the bitch niggers behind scared to death like
"Yo, who fighting?"

How the you teaching me I ain't got no obedience
Y'all are made of Im the thug's ingredients
And for my niggers I peel like up paint jobs
Cover your and put holes in you like old blankets

a bitch use a sock and wipe my nut what?
Run in your spot and use a to get my cut what?
Smack you in public and you slut what?
Put you on punishment the way I do to my son

And the bullets by my stomach be the clip from my gun
And when my gun busts over so close the curtains
My silencer's like ch, ch, ch like birds was
I Boricuas ya know that Sheik be freaky

I put coke in their pee pee then stuff the
Put some coke in the bras that look like
That's what's up don't have Sheik's click this up
Dis load the back her bitch ass back me up
You know double R and Terror Squad want they cut

my niggers with the big dicks?
Where're my with the hot whips?
Where're my niggers better?
We want Barettas and
Butter and mad cheddar

my niggers with the big dicks?
Where're my niggers the hot whips?
my niggers living better?
We want Barettas and
Butter leathers and mad

I'm know like Al Capone, full blown like Tone Montana
In the zone sitting on stoned sipping on Champagne
Rolling ganja up in paper
A high will take us through the eyes of Christ
John, Elijah,

I the kind of green that hustler's dream
Busting out that cream
Piper 'cause Im piped up the mustard team
Plus the queen Knox and hearts

King of medallions Monty
Italians see my battalion prop the broad
I got the squad over qualified over Karl Kani
Range Rover tilted three wilted hydraulic

Spark the Live in the crowd trough housings
Like the Wu do in
John on a pound of Buddha
And all the chulas

They want to on my Honda scooter
You know the red one from the
But really though she coming
And she ain't the trizzie yo

Where're my niggers the big dicks?
my niggers with the hot whips?
Where're my living better?
We Barettas and Amarettas
leathers and mad cheddar

Where're my niggers with the big
Where're my niggers with the hot
Where're my niggers living
We Barettas and Amarettas
leathers and mad cheddar

Disrespect the Don word's Im gonna shoot ya
We can get it on mar icon hijo'de gran
Who you fucking'
ass nigger you ain't running' up on shit

Talking' you gonna bust yo clip
Nigger you no fucking threat
You talk a lot but you ain't never realized that if you walk that
Cock that Glock, think I'm oh shit man

Big Punisher's off his
What you got? Beef me? Aight then papi, Sheik's with me
Thought you cats were creep on me
Without type of an injury

I see coward in yours, what you up in my
Big dick between mine, the fuck between your thighs?
Pussy, if I shoot, are you shoot back?
I don't so, your man's the thug you ride piggy-back

You're the one that the gat, told your man to bust that
You ain't no money, you're a broke-ass cat
And once these pop, cops the chalk
And the mop to get the rest of you off the sidewalk,

my niggers with the big dicks?
Where're my with the hot whips?
Where're my niggers better?
We want Barettas and
Butter and mad cheddar

Where're my with the big dicks?
my niggers with the hot whips?
Where're my living better?
We want Barettas and
Butter and mad cheddar