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(featuring 9)

[Intro: 9]
car 36, 36, we got a in progress
37 between
we got a homicide
all cars, all cars, we got a down

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

speaking spanish*

I'm the ace in the deck, still a Tec
filled with the taste of the lead, buck buck
The bass and the treb', the in the back
Where chumps 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 the world, but I love New York a lot
Especially up in Bedstuy, with those Cuffies
Or in Fort Green, with crazy Cuffies
Ya'll floss like ya'll Jay-Z and
You get robbed, down by a crazy Cuffie
Bobby! Fuckin' the mics is my
Fuckin' the is my hobby

girl]
Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby, Bobby,

{*car smashing and shattering*}