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

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

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

4x

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

p]
Nigga what, what, been down 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 that I make
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 for hustla
So jump in the 500 sel and up
On my way way to sac. with them gats, 40 g's,
4 tires of that kill' crack
Don't a fuck if I die or go to the pen.
I'm headed to the end, a fiends best friend
So call me the richmond brown
Cause dope and money makes the world go
45 k would by my to, and blowin' dope to the ghetto
Like b.b. king the blues,
Bullets ? ? ? cause fools can't escape
Niggas lose they life for stickin' they in my cake mix
And like a ? ? ? away from
I mean harvest these chickens until it's a man
I got more than craig, notorious like big
Put a playa hater in the
And I give you a before I give you a buck
Hit the windows chokin' on a fruit roll-up
I got ? ? ? on tha set puttin' in sellin' fuckin' lemonheads
To the dope fiends, we 'em street queens
Hit the dope and they pussy the feds hit the scene
Now the hot ain't nobody got rocks
Laugh at the cops, organization like a clock

4x

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