| I might long mink it | |
| Or fly fox it | |
| Might floor seat it | |
| Or skybox it | |
| What's in my pocket? | |
| Don't worry | |
| I got it Araab hit em with a sky rocket | |
| You a love cuffer, me and my blood brothers? | |
| Cook the beef like | |
| Fuddruckers, duck sucker | |
| What I think of them? | |
| I ain't no judge, ****** | |
| What I deal with? | |
| Nothin' but drugs, brother | |
| Smack ya girl, kill ya pops, take ya mother | |
| Stab ya aunt, hit ya sis, duct tape ya brother | |
| First drawer is all suede, | |
| Jamaican colors | |
| Make em take cover | |
| Me? I teach laundering | |
| Coke, please bond with me | |
| Only time you meet girls on | |
| E-Harmony | |
| The block, | |
| I treat, like the | |
| Pharmacy From the back of | |
| Delanor to the | |
| Armory (Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa...) [Verse 2: Vado] | |
| Sliiiiiiiiiime! | |
| Yo, if these walls could speak, they'd tell me "Let's go! " | |
| Like Wall | |
| Street, Billy | |
| First, Meeko and | |
| Gecko Was ambitious, determined | |
| I'm in Joe | |
| Pesch mode | |
| They put my name in the black book cause they petro | |
| Black retro's, yeah them 60 plus | |
| And black expo, necks broke just to look at us | |
| Ridiculous delivery, the boss type | |
| She fell in love with my kick game like paw spikes | |
| Half the ******t, you spit plain, you part nice | |
| Half the brick is cooked cain, that's hard white | |
| Automar bright, all the haters respect it | |
| Feel like the governor in the | |
| Schwarzenegger collection | |
| I'm just ******' them, | |
| I don't care who she slept with | |
| Shorty only good for the throat like chloraseptic | |
| These rappers hot combs, your boy the next pick | |
| I don't straighten it out, get blown when the tech spit (Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa...) [Verse 3: Vado] | |
| Yo I was always a smart ass, pullin' | |
| BM's out of | |
| Park Ave Hand the rock to em off the ground like a bounce pass (Coke cash!) | |
| So was my heart when the pound blast | |
| You could ****** up some paper just make sure gutter mouth stash | |
| No OutKast, love me low in the | |
| Big Boi Border her ass, throw some | |
| D's on it like | |
| Rich Boy Benz high class, | |
| Crown Vic's be our 6-4 | |
| ******t is like | |
| Crenshaw, way to be | |
| Blood and | |
| Crip calls [Verse 4: Cam'ron] | |
| He ain't lying get thrown from the 6th floor | |
| Blown from the 4-5 my ****** in ya ****** jaw | |
| All them diamonds that's what my wrist for | |
| Any problems? | |
| That's what the clique for | |
| ****** a big tour, | |
| I sail on the sick shore | |
| Girls are like lotto, | |
| Doggy I pick 4 | |
| Word, Homie | |
| They phony | |
| Macy's, Neiman's, | |
| Bloomy's they know me (Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa...) |
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