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Da 5'9"]
Fresh off the jet from just with Puff
I'm feelin like the best, - bring it back
Fresh off the jet just fuckin with Puff
I'm feelin like the best, fuckin with us
We done turned to a bygone don
We got the semi Kimora like Hounsou
A lifetime criminal, live by a code we call
Fireman ladder flow, at it, my bar is up
As you can see I'm a beast on the
I'm even worse, I'm the hearse with the on the back
I'm the gun at the race, son you only get one shot
My album is the line, here's where your run stops
to go fishin with a clip that's extended
Because your momma got a glass eye a fish in it (haha)

[Chorus 2X: Dean]
I-I think my, is soldiers
I-I think my, bitches is
I-I my, niggaz is soldiers
I-I think my, I-I (HUT!)

Da 5'9"]
I get money, I get bitches, I get bored or - bring it
I get bitches, I get money, no specific
Filthy hit recorder, wipe or Ricky mixed Ricky Porter
Jones mixed with Mr. Combs with the tooky aura
I'm a muh'fucker, no I fuck mothers
I chug bottles and pass out on La-Z-Boy
She try to leave them lil' with me? Shiiit
I treat 'em all like I'm Snoop in "Baby Boy"
Leave me alone, I'm
Liquor close I'm swoopin 'round hittin the second-hand spot
I fuck with no hoe unless she a dancer
There's no position, drug or liquor she try
I'm Cancer, me versus them is a
If your face is fly, and your is decent
your inauguration the same time your impeachment
I got a lotta anger - I was hot before your first
Not your album, but before your potty trained ya

[Kid
Where my soldiers (it's a wrap)
Hold up - when my attack, it's a wrap
One clap'll lay you unconscious, alpha-mega slap
grenade here, think we scared? No way
Set yo' ass up like the did O.J.
Fo' spray his body his chest explode
The barrel on the shotty as KRS's nose
Partner, (Buck-shot) ya
Rap like a automatic gun, stoppin means you can't breathe proper
Yeah, like I'm on some other shit
Whole clique hold heat like a mitt
To with this you want me on wax
So I'ma tax you lil' local rappers worse the government
Bastard - the you niggaz been
to a shotgun is in the car front passenger
How 'bout you take a trip in the
Ride to the pastor for a casket to hold ya; over!