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(featuring 9)

Beretta 9]
car 36, 36, we got a situation in
37 106th
we got a homicide
all cars, all cars, we got a down

Aiyo, toxi' off the goose, vodka, shots of hypnotic
bitches want beef, son, you got it
Fresh off the bliz-knock, Bob
on the K.B., son, you get shiz-not
Right in hiz-ead, you'll be diz-ed
Don't on this nigga, I'mma from New York Ci-zey!
Ya'll pec', make my nuts weak
me walk around, talkin' backward with stutter speak
tuh tuh tuh tuh tuh, buh buh buh buh
Butter pec', my nutter weak
And ya'll crabs down south, you got a clue
How it feel to slip in that chino power u
White Cadillac just high beamed us
look like she was Angie Martinez
I don't espanol, I play
I was "Mamacita, yah yah, que pasa?"
And slip back to my
She was "Nigga! You sound like rasta!"
I'm the ace in the decks...

speaking spanish*

I'm the ace in the deck, casin' a Tec
That filled with the taste of the lead, buck
The and the treb', the space in the back
chumps walk by, and they face get slapped
I'm not to talk a lot
Sit on five whips, son, so I walk a lot
Got ten chicks, so I don't a lot
Been around the world, but I love New a lot
Especially up in Bedstuy, with those crazy
Or in Fort Green, those crazy Cuffies
Ya'll floss like ya'll Jay-Z and
You get robbed, bucked down by a Cuffie
Bobby! Fuckin' the mics is my
the mics is my hobby

[Outro:
Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby,

smashing and glass shattering*}