Yo, 'for the nigga my name I let him know the deal I'm the nigga, same nigga, thought was a nigga Now I push a Range nigga, you the name nigga the Iceberg jeans, the ice chain nigga And if I got beef I let the world know it So if you got beef let the whole know it One, take it to the streets let the whole world it It's the chance for your big career, blow it Or get it blown from the top gun I ain't finished talkin it 'till ya top gone nigga Dissin' my you catch hot ones I'm hot son, yo that's why I hot guns I'm on a beach in L.A. fly misses While you niggas at the crib tryna' misses Yo I'm gettin' head the Mexican dime bitches Them niggas mad cause they riches ain't like my
A yo, I'm Murphey Lee the boy The civilized boy I got not one, two, three, four, five, but six For equality, Vokal, Cammy, and I smoke la like daa-da-dee, it got me like ba-da-bing Rap, don't gotta cause I get my hum on Actually I get on Hoes tongues be on my dong Gevity-long, head at night, head in the Lunatic, five strong, king kong's are writin' Cats be gettin' thinkin' they got it goin' on Folks you a brawl, it all started in ya home Check the background, St. clown from the U-Town Fourteen, pimp of the year Dru Down Same crew now, it's too quiet but too loud Hoes be pretendin' always sayin they too If I the world, I do now Me and the 'Tics 'bout to rack 'em and move the
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I rip and smash, with a 44 mag This nigga jag, from the front to the I heard it crash Nigga you you hurt 'em bad, you heard him laugh Talkin' 'bout whoopin' my ass I never let a nigga do that, who Get his blew back with a new gat Yellin' "true that", hollowtips is goin' clean that And I didn't have to get my team just to do that In a blue hat, with a black Karl Kani An iced out ring to scar on your eye to die, like Bruce, Lee get a victory Cats is sick like H-I-V if feelin' weak We be Nikki Sacks, Frost, Scratchy Terrio, Dutch Schultz, to the Motorola Money hold up, whippin' the Rover, high dog What you holdin', I'm paid, so y'all Yiggidy yes y'all like Das EFX, I's be To rep that Midwest, it's and projects
Now once Keyaun say hit the safe, raise the in fifty states, might as well blaze the cake I got moves to make, transactions to Drugs for papes, now I'm sellin' CDs and Funerals and wakes caused by greed and A snake is still a snake no matter the or shape Those that hate, anchored weights, found in the lake Come off the my main, you tied to the gate First you caught a case, second you caught the Third, you caught me with date, that was no mistake Good things come to who wait So if you waitin' on them 'Tics, huh, they be late In your house with your spouse I'm the nasty I'm a felon, ask Jay, I rob and ashtrays Branson and hashy, add gas and somethin' And burn the place, ya me
me load up the ammo, cock it back slow In the door, infrared low Tell me somethin' I don't already know Like, one of these closets contain cash flow Got three little problems I just thought you know Peep, I'm addicted to 'yes' and I'm allergic to I'm obsessed with dough, makin' and the hoes Anything other satisfaction gon' blow through the grapevine you lookin' for me Couldn't be, cause if it was you would be from me Shook ya see Nelly rollin' in the GS-3 Hangin' out the like "bing, bing, bing" Back the car up, pop the now Can ya hold ya breath cause I'mma flood town That ass "nine-second-five right here" Neighbors on the like "Nelly, why right here"
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