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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 what I'm sayin'

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

Mo' money, mo fuckin' mail
Post on the block, come and drop knots in the garbage pail
Peepin' out the with the ak
Paranoia, destroyer
Half a key on the livin' room table, and from city to I'm able
Cap a key for 10 and 12, my mexican friends got the
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 fuck what you and pay 16 for this bird
We slangin' ki's and g's in the suburbs
Mouth full of dope, bold's yeah you
richmond niggas, quick to pull that asshole
Some dope dealers, that fuck with killers
One of the first from the block to a mill because

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

p]
Nigga what, nigga what, down for 22 years
Finally done came up, og a pimp ? ? ? ,
And slang this like 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, stuck to the
S.k. to get my hands dirty, tru stand 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 that kill'
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 nino
Cause dope and makes the world go 'round
45 k would by my 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' nose in my cake mix
And a ? ? ? away from rain
I mean harvest these chickens until a drought man
I got mack than craig, notorious like big
Put a playa hater in the
And I you a bitch 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 fiends, we call 'em street queens
Hit the dope and they pussy when the hit the scene
Now the spots hot ain't got rocks
Laugh at the cops, ticks like a clock

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