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All or nuthin, stall the bluffin, won't let the po-po arrest me |
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Try to hit the deck to bless me |
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But i'm still broke so i ride like frank & jessie |
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But they can't catch me, breakin niggas off like a sawed-off |
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Comin for the fedder man, my millimeter bringin better things |
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When i pull, like a better bang, so if i have to, i'ma let it rang |
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Gotta handle my functions, but an outcome, i have a somethin |
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Instead of nuthin, haters hold me down |
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And servin thru a stick up or somethin |
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Now i gotta pick up the pump and let it ride |
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All or nuthin, step aside, or you can hit the paper big time |
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You gon murder like strick nine, wit a grip nine, sever bitch time |
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Cuz i gotta mine, and it's on |
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[ras kass] |
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Why you cummin up short like a million midgets masturbatin |
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Mascaradin as the most murderous madman militia my nigga twista told me |
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Monopolize, strategize, maximize, make money to win |
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Wit career sinners intake us, sinners |
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Turn ya hopeless into magenta, quick essential inventor |
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Please, we seizin bees, vl's and gd's |
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Got og's, oz's, keys for these millionaire momi's |
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Release your shells, my nigga |
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Knew the job was dangerous, when i took it, why's a player |
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Dark tides, or say on how to walk crooked, look it |
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Gotta sophisticated home |
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I'm assassin bitches that give my shotgun barrel blow jobs |
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So when the four stickin out like a sore toe thong |
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It's no prob, vocally for sure squad, thorough man |
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[chorus 2x] |
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Gotta up that cash, gotta up that dough |
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Stacks that you can't flow |
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Kick in the door, we on the floor, come up off a g and 2 hundred mo' |
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Gotta up that cash, gotta up that dough |
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Shit, all or nuthin, no bluffin, if i have to, i'm bustin |
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[twista] |
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Nigga worthless to bones, like nickels to quarters |
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Fallers to shot callers, all of gotta get the paper some how |
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For the school of the gun style, see me til the cops call us |
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Hell brought us, to a situation where we gotta driveby |
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Let the bullets from my nine fly, to murder who you was deprived by |
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But i admit sometimes if it wasn't for crime i |
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Try to be, bokin, rollers, while the start keep it low goin, homeless |
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So i'm hookin up wit ras kass, on some shit we can stack cash |
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But if i have to pull back a rag fast, on that ass nigga |
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[ras kass] |
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He set the streets full wit jackals, racists, crackers and cannibals |
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So it's understandable, why i'm half man, half animal |
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Ridin thru in the hood on my elephant like hannibal |
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See i used to have dreams of fuckin an r&b bitch |
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And i used to dreams of beein 21 and rich |
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Not a twice that bad though, now i'm tryin to be rich by age 25 |
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See shallah survive that new world they pay yo |
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But you don't hear me |
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[chorus 2x] |
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[ras kass] |
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Home boy, my games tight |
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I could talk the virgin mary outta panties the same night |
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From a cocoon on the dark side of the moon |
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The illest niggas existin, i know who you are |
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U-bar, fuck the beyond or recognition |
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In the middle of the ghetto i'm buildin a casino |
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Like bugsy siegel wit me, gon put niggas and latinos |
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Shootout wit the atf in beemer, for free, see bone, see dough |
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Nigga i'm like steve and digo, except i pack sevente cinqo |
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Rowdy, los angelino, you got knocked the fuck out like deebo |
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[chorus 2x] |
