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p]
Huh huh, nigga
Y'all remember that shit me and bo did year
Head for the jack, we done jacked the
And got rich this 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 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 window the ak
Paranoia, neighborhood
a key on the livin' room table, and from city to city I'm able
Cap a key for 10 and 12, my mexican got the gear
Breakin' down a quarter ki', procedin' to make mail,
p got the mix on the yay
Whippin 'em with the can't explain , cause rain
So fuck you heard and pay 16 for this bird
We slangin' ki's and g's in the suburbs
Mouth full of dope, bold's you know
Them richmond niggas, quick to that asshole
dope dealers, that only fuck with killers
One of the first the block to stack a mill because

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

p]
Nigga what, nigga what, 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 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 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 filled 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 makes the world go 'round
45 k would by my work to, and dope to the ghetto
Like b.b. king the blues,
Bullets ? ? ? cause fools can't this
Niggas lose they life for they nose in my cake mix
And like a ? ? ? away from
I mean harvest these until it's a drought man
I got more mack than craig, like big
Put a playa in the back
And I give you a before I give you a buck
Hit the niggas chokin' on a fruit roll-up
I got ? ? ? on tha set in work sellin' fuckin' lemonheads
To the dope fiends, we call 'em queens
Hit the dope and they pussy the feds hit the scene
Now the spots hot ain't nobody got
Laugh at the cops, organization ticks a clock

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