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Make me wan' pop sumthin', no
Two-five on me, weed and on me
motherfucker tried to get a rep' off me
Leave him there, know, get him off me
I remember days when we just bitches
a lot of clothes and, played the ave
Now we rap with a lot of wardrobes
And if we want a nigga we pay the cash
I ain't tryin to waste my on y'all
Even scuffle with y'all, waste gear on
But if I gotta go out, you I'mma show out
You gon' around and get your whole back blown out
I on the Island, can't tone out
The hall crawler, about to zone out
Dumb motherfuckers our microphone out
We just dumb motherfuckers with our out

See me
I roll with Ghost and cats that they toast
Make the Post, front and, center-Stagin'
When it's to bust off them things, it ain't a game man
We out own diamond rings, see them 'Bling, Bling'
Got big boy toys, push
bitches, told y'all before we import those
Jury froze, court cases get closed
hate Nino cuz how fast I rose up
Like George Jefferson and em, on em
The headline read, "Starks had the on em"
The best, y'all expect? He a vet
Plus the best, now tell me how we gon'
When we dealin with Clientele']

From Rikers Island to the Island
We thugs like, life is the same
Do the knowledge, recognize your
And if you live the streets, you better stay
From Rikers Island to the Cayman
We like, life is the same challenge
Do the knowledge, recognize talent
And if you live the streets, you better silent

Yo, spotted at The Mirage, swarmed by groupies
Mingle amongst stars, I in cat, invades Mars
Highlight of the century, first bet upon entry
Fainted when the mentioned me
ballin, new systems, high sciences
Drop that, Ghost listenin, sizzlin
Angelica, Judy Plum for bitches, king of the century
Best sellers for niggas, together
Posted up trucks, on the Benz
Cinemax smile in thrity-five lens
You program, bottles of Dom
Seven inch bangles, back
I'm a dope fiend, look at my arm, strength
Rap a British accent, Gucci clothes
Coles in the latest fashions
Blow backs in, flip raps fourty-eight bundles
Dinner plates, deadly front gates, celeb Gumbel

Analyze shit like Deniro, words in your center earhole
Blocks of ice like Sub-Zero, we right since day zero
Shatter your soul like glass
virgins to nymphos, pop these hollows at fake cats in a Tahoe
Wild out, throw your liquor bottles at hood rats to the richest
We conversate like Christ and the apostles
Livin without you, can't count you as great men
in the state pen', bein caged in
The of sin, before they read up they pop our tape in
You ain't gotta tuck you chain in cuz here we want the head of
Durags and our hangin