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p]
Huh huh, nigga
Y'all remember that shit me and bo did last
Head for the jack, we done jacked the
And got rich this year you what I'm sayin'

P and bo went half on some dope, half on dope, half on some dope
P and bo went half on some dope, turn a half ounce a key

Mo' money, mo mother fuckin'
Post on the block, back and drop knots in the garbage pail
Peepin' out the window the ak
Paranoia, destroyer
Half a key on the livin' room table, and from city to city I'm
Cap a key for 10 and 12, my friends got the gear
Breakin' a quarter ki', procedin' to make that mail,
p got the mix on the yay
Whippin 'em with the can't explain game , cause
So fuck what you and pay 16 for this bird
We ki's and stackin' g's in the suburbs
Mouth full of dope, bold's yeah you
Them richmond niggas, quick to pull that
Some dope dealers, only fuck with killers
One of the first from the block to stack a because

4x

Everyday, all day, to get paid
Straight ballin', how we break bread

p]
Nigga what, nigga what, been for 22 years
Finally came up, og with a pimp ? ? ? ,
And slang this quarter like calone, by nigga pervis ? ? ?
Ain't no limits to these hits that I
The ice man, the king pin of the bay
got a bid of 20 birdies, stuck to the ground
S.k. to get my hands dirty, tru stand for hustla
So jump in the 500 sel and up
On my way way to sac. with crome gats, 40 g's,
4 tires of that kill' crack
give a fuck if I die or go to the pen.
I'm to the end, a dope fiends best friend
So call me the nino brown
Cause dope and money the world go 'round
45 k would by my to, and blowin' dope to the ghetto
Like b.b. blow the blues,
Bullets ? ? ? cause fools can't escape
Niggas lose they life for stickin' they nose in my mix
And like a ? ? ? away rain
I mean harvest these chickens until it's a man
I got more mack than craig, like big
Put a playa hater in the
And I give you a bitch I give you a buck
Hit the windows niggas chokin' on a fruit
I got ? ? ? on tha set puttin' in work sellin' fuckin'
To the dope fiends, we call 'em street
Hit the dope and they when the feds hit the scene
Now the spots hot ain't got rocks
Laugh at the cops, organization ticks a clock

4x

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another episode of how us no limit tru niggas make our mail
Organized trained soldiers droppin' bread crumbs to the
You know I mean and like nigga p
Said every day, all day, to get paid
That's how we break hahahaha