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Jim (Talking):
Uh huh
We
We on the streets
Rap game is now the crack
out for them rap police

Jim (verse 1):
The rap is on my ass
for the ratchet
Im stepping on the gas while im swirving the traffic
Watching the sun rise, up the grass
Money on my mind, got me thinking bout the
'cause i the plottin war
You gotta your paper right
they at the door
im hoping dont raid tonight
we pies
to get the treasures,
Plush
getting high the FBI come and get us
And we hit clubs in the city
Now i got the thugs and all the dealers with me
on the bottles
hope the follow
im tryin to slide baby beeze of in the
The life styles of the
young rich and
Give a f**k the judge
we runnin from
speeding through life at a faster
so i pray to god and im hoping i dont catch a case

Trying ride the wave in a sea
i like to spend my life, my life, my life, my life

ducking in the z3 or the gt this is bg
ride the wave in a deep sea
'cause i to spend my nights, my nights, my nights, my nights
dt's in the z3 or the gt this is bg

2:
Now i aint about a week
my 7 Day
Im in the streets everyday is getting scary
And any meet aquittance wit da reeper
but we gotta stay getting fadedd of the reefer
Liquor, no chaser, shits gettin
f**king with the guns gotch ya all cased up
Its for the so we do it for the love of it
Like oh what a mother f**ker when we thuggin it
one for Mob, two to stay
to cop a ride, hundred thousand on the V
Wallin in the whip, talk politics
they say niggas new york is all about a flip
Got gas on my brain, cash on the
and im flying up fast in the lane
say its hard up in the streets
trying to make a million while im dodging from

Mother can u fell me

(Chorus)

(Outro)
Pay attention i mention
that the birdgang is on the
while you talking here we
like the way you to do
we dem stars, keep dem hot cars
and a hot one for you lames,
just griding for all the paper we can get up out this