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[Omillio
I gotta on this one daddy!!

Crakk]
Oh! Now for me mami...
Just for me mami...

I know a bit
I know the dirty words...

[Peedi
at yo fuckin dog!
No benz, No ice, me in the hooptie
holdin the toolie, calm and cooly
Got all these chicks tryin to me
Gimmie the coochie, sperm runnin all down her (woman moans)
Alot changed smoke in the crime
Holdin my in the court sayin "Fuck you ya honor!"

Crakk!!

[Peedi
Fitted, fresh, jersey as
Rocafella denim stains on my and white shells
In too deep, niggaz got beef
Still smack you wit the heat, in the of the streets
Still, wearin my best wit a white tee
four-pound, two-clips, hollow tips skeet you
So sweet, that I don't no sleep
miss no meals, look how I eat no deal
Drink liquor a pirate tongue, slick as a sailor
I be in a pilot shirt, fit like tailored, whoa!!
Drinkin liquor gettin' brain in my
feelin' like a scholor all to your head
Oh I forgot, bigga nigga probably bought her
got her drunk, told her all the shit a whore hear
I just, fuck em', em' wit the lights on
let her know nuthin, crush em' wit my nikes on
to get my flight on, charter or train
Pardon the name, but is just a part of the game
Far as the change, just my checks
my ex, gettin' shermed up in the Lex
Now how the you get all that??

[Chrous 2x]
the alarm!
another hater's
oh boy, aye!

the alarm!
when my is firing
back, dump on
you and moms

[Omillio
You cocksucker's got hate in ya
Y'all ain't happy that sparks got the cocked in yo mug
I rock, like MTV
let the M-1 rock one of you
I gives a fuck about who a slug or who tells
'cause the kid got money for and if they get out give a fuck who out
pricks talkin measly, still talkin greasy
the "ROC" is rocked up and out
Y'all can't sell, and y'all be seen like an NFL blackout
my go "Blakow!"
Don't make me put the cocked nine in front of yo eyes
and make fucks cock-eyed...(Woman speaking spanish)
Who the can fuck wit B. Sieg, Free and Omillio?
You young boys back up, while the back out
when the "ROC" enters the building your bet is get the fuck out
I bring clappers, get yo boys up, fucker! (R-O-C..) Holla!

2x]

Freeway shots, it don't matter who
can't even hug the if i'm mad at you
takin turns comin thru what my niggaz do
takin' turns inside yo chick what my click will do
room, Cancun, spanish interview
wit mamacita, Freeway, charmed to you
All, day I got some dick for her
No, way I never got no for her
any day of the week, tucked every day of the week
Freak Nia lookin honey just about any day of the week
guest ran sleep, got young niggaz willing to grind
on your block wit a of sweet
(Starts singing)
Free not stuck up
See me anywhere, get stuck up
keep the heavy-hand, take that off
toss them underwear, who those? my
come under there
Freeway, a boss don't you wanna
Haters, get lost don't you
shit spit, be don't you see these guns?
fuck the, ice grill don't you see these
we from the ghetto, and they don't like our
mami say I'm loco, she don't like my (Holla!)

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