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p]
Huh huh, yeah
Y'all remember that shit me and bo did last
Head for the jack, we done jacked the
And got rich year you know what 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 fuckin' mail
Post on the block, back and drop knots in the garbage pail
out the window with the ak
Paranoia, neighborhood
Half a key on the livin' room table, and from city to city I'm
Cap a key for 10 and 12, my mexican friends got the
Breakin' down a quarter ki', procedin' to make mail,
p got the mix on the yay
Whippin 'em with the explain game , cause rain
So what you heard and pay 16 for this bird
We slangin' ki's and stackin' g's in the
Mouth full of dope, yeah you know
Them richmond niggas, to pull that asshole
Some dope dealers, that only fuck killers
One of the first from the to stack a mill because

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

p]
Nigga what, what, been down for 22 years
Finally came up, og with a pimp ? ? ? ,
And slang this quarter like calone, by that pervis ? ? ?
Ain't no limits to these hits 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 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 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 me the richmond nino brown
dope and money makes the world go 'round
45 k by my work to, and blowin' dope to the ghetto
b.b. king blow the blues,
Bullets ? ? ? fools can't escape this
Niggas lose they life for stickin' they nose in my mix
And like a ? ? ? away from
I mean harvest these chickens until a drought man
I got more mack craig, notorious like big
Put a playa in the back
And I give you a bitch before I you a buck
Hit the windows chokin' on a fruit roll-up
I got ? ? ? on tha set puttin' in work sellin' lemonheads
To the fiends, we call 'em street queens
Hit the and they pussy when 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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Just another episode of how us no tru niggas make our mail
Organized soldiers droppin' bread crumbs to the underworld
You know what I and like nigga p
Said every day, all day, to get paid
how we break bread hahahaha