Son of a bitch's got my name in they I knock they down And leave my at they house
Better not run up on Big Moe, leave that boy Stankin' and swinging on like I was Roy Jones Motorola, Benjamin folder, slab Crushing these motherfuckers bout the of a polar
Bear, I swear, you better let it go leaving 'bout spots in your hair Life is hard but it's ain't nothing for free Get off my balls you niggas ain't taking nothing me
I done mashed, for my cash And if I got to go now I get and mash I'm still gangsta man, you better that Ain't nobody the shop where nigga kill at Get your wig peeled
M, my inventions, out of mine Have you limping, to a you out of time
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To my people I call collect my fond money under my bed And I'ma on when I touch down and keep bringing it to they head Hell, naw I ain't been scared, a bit of thing inside myself 'Cause I might accidentally bust me out these on myself
Being the king of the Killa Klan and Disco Dan and the Tre May a slug hit you spit your fuck miss and uh reefer done J Blue and gray or red and black ain't no set tripping we down
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And we gone fatten the fire, fuel and Get them brains, leaving we off the chain Who run trains they off the track, wolf pack Up in Playboy I have all these bunnies back
We got money stacks, homes and and gats for any Tom, Dick, Harry and Jack? Who want to know where our hearts be at, hear the Clickity clack, baby baby, back back
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