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Crest side dough |
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Call me that dope track native |
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The chopper I gots to fade it |
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When jectors they hit your block |
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And try to strip us as naked |
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Because they take it cause the games at a minimal |
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Shoutin the mile but you's a small time criminal |
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Coffee needs to back off me |
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Popin that game shit |
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You scrounging for what got me and my niggaz plat hits |
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Soon infiltrators |
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Claimin they some playaz |
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Check your shit its foggy fool |
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I'm slammin venezuelas |
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That got the taylor |
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And let me louie |
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He got that 50 shot uzzie by my Jacuzzi |
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95 and niggaz die for these hoojies |
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Rollin wit killaz that got my back till the end |
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Rather blast some berettas |
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Or rone a gooch to tha pen |
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And police aint no problem |
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Cause foo they smoking this shit |
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Got so much pool at the station |
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I'm runnin hoes in them tricks |
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In the ghetto surround |
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Some suckas never saw a thousand |
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My cut touchin these streets |
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And u can hear the hearts poundin |
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Untouchable |
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Untouchable |
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Unfuckwitable |
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Rage like a pitbull |
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Heart pumped nitro |
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I'm up and outtie as the rollaz holla freeze nigga |
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Askin questions like where the money and the deed nigga |
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Cause they know I'll take some (?) and soljah squeeze trigga |
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All of this is just a reach to make my g's bigga |
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Runnin harder in the smoke tryin to find my beama |
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Throw the product into the bush but still got my heata |
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When jump in the car the only thing that I thought |
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If I don't hit the I 80 a playa truly be caught |
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Goin 90 I peep the freeway just my luck goin north |
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The only way I'm goin down is if that book in the course |
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Punchin in and out of lanes husslin scrutched up my brain |
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Just the price that I pay for distributin cocaine |
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At 1:20 passin Richmond for some CHP's |
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With my pedal down to the medal headin back to the V |
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Hit tha (?) bridge and let my new tires smoke |
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Can't fuck wit baby capone trick |
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I'm untouchable |
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(yeah check it out this why always spit crack cocaine on the street |
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To annihilate young niggaz like me, but once us niggaz got a hold |
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Of that Colombian white gold the poison that we was supposed |
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To have smoked got sold. Now ain't that cold game how that cocaine |
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That was supposed to take us out got us havin thangs, |
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Yeah I went from starving po to a playa wit major papa untouchable) |
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I got a 30 year sentence on my head but man |
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The chances that u take up in this yankee ass game |
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But fuck it just let me ride like a (??) |
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Although I know one day I'll die |
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I can't be touched by these tricks |
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Getting lifts off bullets flyin |
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G'z stackin in sirens |
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In the city streets housing nuclear h tyrens |
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Got a knock on my pager |
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And it just won't quit |
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A couple of big boys want a chip of (?) that I flip |
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Hussle 24/7 so all my prices is right |
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50 shoot out to loot out |
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Crazy capers and heists |
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But never let it stress my mental |
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Major cash is essential when the game get cold |
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I leave the suckaz trembling |
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But I ain't thinking bout declining |
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Money got my mind bent |
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Out there flashin on my clients |
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Wrapped In this shit so deep |
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I feel avenge when I sleep |
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Thinking days on concrete |
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Instead of faces of sheet |
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Motorola beep |
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Cofive trace five |
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It was my buddy t love |
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Say baby boy pimp or die |
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Pimp or die |
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Pimp or die |
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And that's untouchable |
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