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

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

Mo' money, mo mother mail
Post on the block, come and drop knots in the garbage pail
out the window with the ak
Paranoia, neighborhood
Half a key on the livin' room table, and city to city I'm able
Cap a key for 10 and 12, my mexican got the gear
Breakin' a quarter ki', procedin' to make that mail,
p got the mix on the yay
Whippin 'em the can't explain game , cause rain
So fuck what you heard and pay 16 for this
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 dope dealers, that fuck with killers
One of the first from the block to stack a because

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

p]
Nigga what, nigga what, been down for 22
Finally came up, og with a pimp ? ? ? ,
And slang this quarter calone, by that nigga pervis ? ? ?
no limits to these hits that I make
The ice cream man, the pin of the bay
got a bid of 20 birdies, stuck to the ground
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 them 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 best friend
So call me the richmond nino
Cause and money makes the world go 'round
45 k would by my to, and blowin' dope to the ghetto
Like b.b. blow the blues,
? ? ? cause fools can't escape this
Niggas lose they for stickin' they nose in my cake mix
And like a ? ? ? away from
I mean harvest these until it's a drought man
I got mack than craig, notorious like big
Put a playa in the back
And I you a bitch before I give you a buck
Hit the windows chokin' on a fruit roll-up
I got ? ? ? on tha set puttin' in work fuckin' lemonheads
To the dope fiends, we 'em street queens
Hit the dope and pussy when the feds hit the scene
Now the spots hot nobody got rocks
Laugh at the cops, organization ticks like a

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