Yo, 'for the nigga mention my I let him know the deal I'm the nigga, same nigga, was a lame nigga Now I push a Range nigga, you know the name 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 world it One, take it to the streets let the whole know it It's the chance for big career, don't blow it Or get it from the top gun nigga I ain't finished talkin 'bout it 'till ya top nigga my crew you catch hot ones I'm hot son, yo why I carry hot guns I'm on a in L.A. fuckin fly misses While you niggas at the crib tryna' find Yo I'm gettin' head from the Mexican dime Them mad cause they riches ain't like my riches
A yo, I'm Murphey Lee the boy The jewel 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 boomin' like Rap, don't sing cause I get my hum on I get hummed on Hoes be on my dong dong Gevity-long, head at night, head in the Lunatic, five strong, king are writin' songs Cats be gettin' gone thinkin' got it goin' on Folks brought you a brawl, it all started in ya Check the background, St. Louis from the U-Town Fourteen, pimp of the year Dru Down crew now, it's too damn quiet but too loud Hoes be pretendin' sayin they too proud If I the world, I do now Me and the 'Tics 'bout to rack 'em and the crowd
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I rip grass and smash, a 44 mag This nigga jag, from the front to the back I it crash Nigga you said you hurt 'em bad, you him laugh trash 'bout whoopin' my ass I let a nigga do that, who that Get his brains blew with a new gat "true that", hollowtips is goin' clean through that And I didn't to get my whole team just to do that In a blue hat, with a black baggy Kani An iced out ring just to on your eye to die, like Bruce, Lee get a victory Cats is sick H-I-V if they feelin' weak We be Sacks, Jackie Frost, Scratchy Danny Terrio, Schultz, to the Motorola Money up, whippin' the Rover, high roller 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, the stakes 'Tics in states, might as well blaze the cake I got moves to make, transactions to Drugs for papes, now I'm CDs and tapes Funerals and wakes by greed and hate A snake is still a snake no matter the size or Those that hate, anchored with weights, in the lake off the chain my main, you tied to the gate First you a case, second you caught the babes Third, you caught me your date, that was no mistake Good things to those who wait So if you waitin' on them 'Tics, huh, they gon' be In house with your spouse I'm doin' the nasty I'm a felon, ask Jay, I rob industries and and hashy, add gas and wrap somethin' And the place, ya heard me
me load up the ammo, cock it back slow In the door, infrared low Tell me that I don't already know Like, which one of closets contain cash flow Got three little problems I just you should know Peep, I'm addicted to 'yes' and I'm to 'no' I'm obsessed with dough, money and the hoes Anything other than satisfaction gon' Heard the grapevine you lookin' for me Couldn't be, cause if it was you be bookin' from me when 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 this town That ass "nine-second-five right here" on the lawn like "Nelly, why right here"
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