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Da 5'9"]
Fresh off the jet from just with Puff
I'm like the best, nobody - bring it back
Fresh off the jet from just with Puff
I'm feelin like the best, fuckin with us
We done turned to a don crew
We got the semi Kimora Djimon Hounsou
A lifetime criminal, by a code we call shush
ladder flow, look 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 like the gun at the race, son you only get one
My is the finish line, here's where your run stops
'Bout to go fishin a clip that's extended
your momma got a glass eye with a fish in it (haha)

[Chorus 2X: Iyana
I-I think my, niggaz is
I-I think my, is gangstas
I-I think my, niggaz is
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 order
Filthy hit recorder, wipe or Ricky mixed with Porter
Butchie Jones mixed with Mr. Combs with the tooky
I'm a muh'fucker, no I fuck mothers
I chug bottles and out on they La-Z-Boy
She try to them lil' niglets with me? Shiiit
I treat 'em all like I'm Snoop in "Baby Boy"
me alone, I'm Hancock
Liquor sto' close I'm swoopin 'round hittin the spot
I fuck with no hoe unless she a dancer
There's no position, drug or liquor she try
I'm Cancer, me versus is a landslide
If your face is fly, and your body is
This your inauguration the same time your
I got a anger - I was hot before your first shit
Not your album, but before your momma trained ya

[Kid
Where my soldiers (it's a wrap)
Hold up - when my soldiers attack, a wrap
One clap'll lay you unconscious, bullets alpha-mega
Cock grenade here, 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 wide as nose
Partner, (Buck-shot) ya
Rap like a automatic gun, lungs stoppin means you can't breathe
Yeah, they like I'm on other shit
Whole clique heat like a oven mitt
To fuck with this you me on wax
So I'ma tax you lil' local worse than the government
Bastard - the closest you niggaz
to a shotgun is in the car front passenger
How 'bout you a trip in the trunk?
Ride to the pastor for a casket to ya; it's over!