Son of a bitch's got my name in mouth I they woman down And leave my drawers at they
not run up on Big Moe, leave that boy alone Stankin' and swinging on niggas I was Roy Jones Motorola, Benjamin folder, holder Crushing motherfuckers bout the size of a polar
Bear, I swear, you beware I'ma let it go leaving 'bout spots in hair Life is hard but it's fare nothing for free Get off my balls you niggas ain't nothing from me
I done mashed, for my cash And if I got to go now I get down and I'm still man, you better feel that Ain't nobody the shop where nigga kill at Get wig peeled back
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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 never scared, a bit of thing inside myself 'Cause I might accidentally bust me out these guns on
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We got bars and stripes, boy and Polite on mics the type of cats that keep boys on With they on extra tight, and they extra hype Full of that shit to make us and they ignite
And we gone fatten the fire, and flames Get brains, leaving gangsta we off the chain Who run till they off the track, wolf pack Up in mansion I have all these bunnies back
We got money stacks, and lacs Farms and gats for any Tom, Dick, Harry and Who want to know where our hearts be at, hear the Clickity clack, rock-a-bye baby baby, back
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