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

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

Mo' money, mo mother fuckin'
Post on the block, back and drop knots in the garbage pail
out the window with the ak
Paranoia, destroyer
Half a key on the livin' room table, and from to city I'm able
Cap a key for 10 and 12, my mexican got the gear
down 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 what you heard and pay 16 for this bird
We slangin' and stackin' g's in the suburbs
full of dope, bold's yeah you know
Them richmond niggas, quick to that asshole
Some dope dealers, only fuck with killers
One of the first from the to stack a mill because

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

p]
Nigga what, nigga what, been for 22 years
done came up, og with a pimp ? ? ? ,
And slang this quarter calone, by that nigga pervis ? ? ?
Ain't no limits to these hits that I
The ice cream man, the pin of the bay
Just got a bid of 20 birdies, to the ground
S.k. 'bout to get my hands dirty, tru stand for
So jump in the 500 sel and up
On my way way to sac. with them gats, 40 g's,
4 tires filled of that 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 richmond brown
dope and money makes the world go 'round
45 k would by my to, and blowin' dope to the ghetto
Like b.b. king the blues,
Bullets ? ? ? cause fools escape this
Niggas they life for stickin' they nose in my cake mix
And like a ? ? ? from rain
I mean harvest these chickens it's a drought man
I got mack than craig, notorious like big
Put a playa in the back
And I give you a bitch I give you a buck
Hit the windows niggas on a fruit roll-up
I got ? ? ? on tha set in work sellin' fuckin' lemonheads
To the dope fiends, we call 'em street
Hit the dope and they pussy the feds hit the scene
Now the hot ain't nobody got rocks
Laugh at the cops, organization ticks a clock

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