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[Verse 1] |
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29-5 live the courts are pigeon |
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Blame the economy the courts are living |
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Of course im living, bought some linen, |
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Take a courts on winning, forts of women, |
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Monday through Friday the Porsche is driven |
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Change the range to Thursdays put that away |
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Hard top Wednesdays, drop top Saturdays |
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Sundays Piscataway, 8 Ki's I have we lay |
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Half today, my whole island like Gilligan its fast away |
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By the way, |
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whos hardest |
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Probation over yeah, ima catch some new charges |
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Crime the frickasy recipe, mess with me |
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40th my pedigree, Big L regale |
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RIP to hand me legs, some name stamp he said |
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Saying my dear you tomorrow your families dead |
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You a fag, fairy, no homo that's scary |
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Don't mean a email or phone when I say blackberry |
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[Chorus] |
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it's a homicide, homi, homi, homicide |
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it's a homicide, homi, homi, homicide |
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it's a homicide some here unlucky died |
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yellow tape damn, right outside Kentucky fried |
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[Verse 2] |
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Figure I stay and lock it, ***** it 380 **** it |
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King Jaffi Joe, I feel like spacely rockets |
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Come and weight these pockets, the profits display these profits |
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Play no way to stop it, my engine 80 rockets |
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No Yao Ming, No T-Mac |
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Lambo, skeet rat, 300 G stacks |
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Want to place a bet please match, or breeze back |
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Offensive coordinator hater, I read traps |
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These *****s need naps, they *****es got weave naps |
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Believe that ***** with my a seeds and you'll get seized, snatched |
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Over these pack we cap knee caps, teeth caps |
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Believe that fill your tweets, beat your raps |
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[Chorus 2x] |
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[Verse 3] |
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Damn cam you did it to consumers |
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White and red boomers, blue and red laguna's |
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Dead all the rumors, all these rappers are my juniors |
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Ma you cant swim, well come follow the tuna |
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Full moon, we got girls to moon us |
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No cuddling ma, you wont spoon us |
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Don't spit game, just sell rick jamees |
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Baby boy my nick name is switch lanes |
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Slash stick change, slash get brain |
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Slash that *****, slash make it rain |
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Slash tell summer girl, get the summer Z's |
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Know whats in the dungaree's, a hundred G's |
