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

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

Mo' money, mo mother fuckin'
Post on the block, back and drop knots in the garbage pail
Peepin' out the window 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 ki', procedin' to make that mail,
p got the mix on the yay
Whippin 'em with the explain game , cause rain
So fuck you heard and pay 16 for this bird
We slangin' and stackin' g's in the suburbs
Mouth full of dope, bold's yeah you
Them richmond niggas, to pull that asshole
Some dope dealers, that fuck with killers
One of the from the block to stack a mill because

4x

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

p]
Nigga what, nigga what, been for 22 years
Finally came up, og with a pimp ? ? ? ,
And this quarter like calone, by that nigga pervis ? ? ?
no limits to these hits 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 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 that kill'
Don't give a if I die or go to the pen.
I'm to the end, a dope fiends best friend
So call me the richmond nino
dope and money makes the world go 'round
45 k would by my work to, and dope to the ghetto
Like b.b. blow the blues,
Bullets ? ? ? cause can't escape this
Niggas lose they life for stickin' they in my cake mix
And like a ? ? ? away rain
I mean harvest these chickens until a drought man
I got more than craig, notorious like big
Put a hater in the back
And I you a bitch before I give you a buck
Hit the niggas chokin' on a fruit roll-up
I got ? ? ? on tha set puttin' in sellin' fuckin' lemonheads
To the dope fiends, we call 'em street
Hit the and they pussy when the feds hit the scene
Now the hot ain't nobody got rocks
Laugh at the cops, organization like a clock

4x

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