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(featuring 9)

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

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

*girl spanish*

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

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

{*car smashing and glass