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

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

Mo' money, mo fuckin' mail
Post on the block, come back and drop knots in the garbage
Peepin' out the 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 friends got the gear
Breakin' down a quarter ki', procedin' to that mail,
p got the mix on the yay
Whippin 'em with the can't explain , cause rain
So what you heard and pay 16 for this bird
We ki's and stackin' g's in the suburbs
Mouth full of dope, yeah you know
richmond niggas, quick to pull that asshole
Some dealers, that only fuck with killers
One of the first from the block to stack a because

4x

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

p]
Nigga what, what, been down for 22 years
Finally done came up, og a pimp ? ? ? ,
And slang this quarter like calone, by that pervis ? ? ?
Ain't no limits to these that I make
The ice man, the king pin of the bay
Just got a bid of 20 birdies, stuck to the
S.k. 'bout to get my hands dirty, tru for hustla
So in the 500 sel and buckle up
On my way way to sac. with crome gats, 40 g's,
4 tires filled of kill' crack
Don't a fuck if I die or go to the pen.
I'm headed to the end, a dope fiends best
So call me the nino brown
dope and money makes the world go 'round
45 k would by my work to, and blowin' to the ghetto
Like b.b. king the blues,
Bullets ? ? ? cause fools can't this
Niggas lose they life for stickin' they nose in my mix
And like a ? ? ? away rain
I mean harvest chickens until it's a drought man
I got more mack than craig, notorious big
Put a hater in the back
And I give you a before I give you a buck
Hit the windows niggas on a fruit roll-up
I got ? ? ? on tha set puttin' in work fuckin' lemonheads
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

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