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Ha ha ha ha Roc a Fella
Futuristic beeotch
Uh the fuck? How we do. How we do. Uh ha

1:
Triple platnum with the solid gold fade
All that nickle and dime shit don't hold no
Fortune 5 top 5 in the (you'll see) as you
Thumb through the Source I read the Ride
Class C cold me with the plastic
That's all I Ask Of You, like Saadiq
At the hotel, Nico, the val suite
My people's eyes through the peep
I'm you down freak as I
Shoot through the city like a
Not soon enough, to stop 'em from spreadin' the
Paper headin' "Jay-Z breaths, 80 degrees"
the only thing to cool them off is a day breeze
Can't sop for the feds, say
You know they take a nigga picture
Pray for the day to get ya, but I'm a parlay and stay for now
Jigga done dirt in a while
YOu know my stomach getin' from livin' on the streets for real
Tryin' to it from suites, orderin' eats
At the top where the criminal meet
That's where the is (right) , that's where your dream is (well ain't
it?)

You're only a (uh)
Walkin' in the presence of
You money all night long
"All night long" - J. Blige

2:
A-yo my had a nigga too aggressive
I use to excessive, both eyes closed
No infested
Hittin' pot holes, will snatch your weight
But your game most
Had to rethink things, is pinky worth
on the run and time served in Sing Sing
I don't to tell the truth
If I'm for doe, I got to consoul Irv Gotti y'all

Irv
got to roll

I was raised to live, I pray you forgive
If not, I just handle it like Jason
you're facin' is official (it's official)
Most cases when I"m blazin' miss you (won't miss you)
Case and point mad bullshitted
I see it to the end, my is so personal
My heart out my pen, make no mistake aobut me
It's only one livin', I got a half a cake about me
I got love, to make a nigga die is nothin'
You make a motherfucker die breathin' then you somthing, beeotch

(X3)

More than y'all can image havin'
like Sega, Saturn, traffic like the Bodega
It just so happens, you caught me at the the end of my dive
My brain ain't right from inhaling the work of my
Fuck it, 3's in ya, had to
D.C. pissy off Cristle
3 G's high Bacardy, UV's
Blesses my body, we be fresh at the
yourself go head if you don't no the ledge
It's like to God
Get it in your face fuckin' niggas over your head
your time with me, shiftee
Use to make Coke stretch the samplin' a 950
Shit with that, while I'm o a Kawasoki
At the light, doin' a pike, with a on the back
And take flight, my life like it was by Hype
In 35 slow-mo, the Rockafella logo
to Arruba, bay breezes and caviar baluga
Very little loot, a
In the grashish blueish, Les Coup it's the root of evil in these

(X3)