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Yo if I just cooked up, if money's comin give you it moist
And don't be scared to die, I aint give you a
Niggas'll try to you 'cause of what they think you got
And the ambulance'll longer if they think you shot
Nigga fuck the bullshit, Kiss keep a full
In front of the store rockin gauze in the
Blowin sticky grass, that'll sit me on my ass
Wit a mean coupe with 160 on the dash
So I got a Rollie, and it got a lotta ice
I pull my gun out, and bet I get one tonight
Your brother died, bet your lose another son tonight
I'm clever, time we party, when we beat a body
Or when free Gotti, so that means never
To my in they cell wit a hour of rec
Or K.L., for a coward to death
I feel y'all, so feel me, even if guilty
Time y'all niggas come home, the god'll be
Even though by then these faggots probably be killed me
I my son, keep it real, give y'all niggas each a bill
So what's the deal, niggas y'all the deal, uh

Who did you expect, what, L O X to the
And we go hard dog, everytime, nothing
us at the dice game, blowin a thou
Never go in to trial, coppin out, holdin it
We could get it on, any way or form
Any day of the week, Styles, Jada, and
It aint hot we are niggas we are the heat
*We are the streets* and we makin it to eat

Ayo, you say me, I feel the same way about you bitch
Niggas made you rich and now you act this
Who thuggest niggas on your team, guns to the triple beam
Without rap my nickels gleam, drug make it seem
Fast, niggas puff and hash like it's nicotine
Fake niggas, rid o them, who from wealth
You want space, I give your whole hospital to yourself
I got doctors who make housecalls when get hit
That way the press and the cops run shit, me kid
it comes to thuggin it, nigga that's my sport
I even pick up your shells so you won't get
dumbs, niggas camouflaged playin as bums
Pop up, shoot through the bottle, straighten your lungs
Take the bum clothes off, buy a paper at the
Walk by me, out, "somebody help this man"
Not even insurance helpin your fam, I'm takin that
I'm from Yonkers motherfucker, where the at
gat, we bloodline no cur in our pack
You owe us dough, have it as that, I it at that, faggots

Who did you expect, what, L O X to the
And we go hard dog, everytime, less
Catch us at the game, blowin a thou
Never go in to trial, coppin out, it down
We could get it on, any way or form
Any day of the week, Styles, Jada, and
It aint hot 'less we are niggas we are the
*We are the and we makin it hard to eat

Spittin to live, two hittin your ribs
You your kids, I let my son listen to B.I.G
I won't til a thousand niggas fit in my crib
I won't be happy til my nigga finish his bid
All on the top, yeah you could ball in a
I'd rather, ball in a yacht, no the cops
In the of the ocean, lettin my nine pop
Givin a dime cock, away
Baggin the yae, tryin to get a a day
Pick up a quarter, and still my chain in the water
on the floor, bitch I'll put my glock in your jaw
Niggas think they own a label, just a deal
You that bullshit they might find you killed
Slum the highway, behind the wheel
Or you do it my way, relax and chill
You could worship SP sell and peels
Bitch I smack your mouth while you smoke in the
Run up in your house, then your grill
Drama for real, you never seen and will
Til you wake up in the mornin and mama is killed

Who did you expect, what, L O X to the
And we go dog, everytime, nothing less
Catch us at the dice game, blowin a
Never go in to trial, coppin out, holdin it
We get it on, any way shape or form
Any day of the week, Styles, Jada, and
It aint hot 'less we are we are the heat
*We are the and we makin it hard to eat