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Aiyo shorty, yo that's my word |
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Oh, y'all smelling y'all piss now y'all think y'all gold |
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Yo anybody get caught flinging over here |
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I'm returning 'em, that's my word they getting blasted |
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Anything from 220 to 140, that's mine |
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Y'all need to step the fuck off |
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Y'all niggas ain't crazy for real |
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Yo, the fiends ain't coming fast enough |
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There is no cut that's pure enough |
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I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload |
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Product must be sold to you |
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I'm deep down in the back streets, in the heart of Medina |
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About to set off something more deep than a misdemeanor |
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Under the subway, waiting for the train to make noise |
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So I can blast a nigga and his boys,for what? |
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He pushed up on the block and made the dope sales drop |
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Like the crash in the Dow Jones stock |
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I had a connect to cross-sales, to catch more mill's |
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Than ho-bitches got birth control pills |
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I'm in the park setting up a deal over blunt fire |
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Bum nigga sleeping on the bench, they had him wired |
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Peeped my convo, the address of my condo |
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And how I changed a nigga name to John Doe |
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And while we set up camp, we got vamped |
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Put the stake through his heart, I ripped his fucking fangs apart |
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Snake got smoked on the set like Brandon Lee |
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Blown out the frame like Pan Am Flight 103 |
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He got swung on, his lungs was torn |
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A kingpin just castled with his rook and lost a pawn |
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A regular on the block that played lookout |
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For preying predator with a Glock, he should have took out |
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No neighbourhood is rough enough |
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There is no clip that's full enough |
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I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload |
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Product must be sold to you |
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Fiends ain't coming fast enough |
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There is no cut that's pure enough |
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I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload |
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Product must be sold to you |
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It's mandatory that I supply all my troops with mega firearms |
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Big apes and spread 'em out like crops on a farm |
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To get cream, sometimes they repaint the scene |
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Like the last episode on gates, and other niggas |
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Plant bombs till the smoke from the blast becomes thick |
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And flows through, all they knew, he's gun sick |
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His Glock clicks like high-heeled shoes on parquet floors |
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Mad sick, stand on hills and invade wars |
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Filthy foul, shovelling dirt, he's out to hurt |
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For instance, chop off hands, attack worth |
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His idols would lock down airports and extort |
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Some import, catching ten percent of what the fiends snort |
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Up in the ski resorts, up in hills |
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They move keys and had the skis making drops on snowmobiles |
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The plan was to expand, catch seven figures, release triggers |
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And live large and bigger than my nigga |
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Who promised his moms a mansion with mad room |
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She died and he still put a hundred grand in her tomb |
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Open wounds, he hid behind closed doors |
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And still organizes crime and drug wars |
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Fiends ain't coming fast enough |
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There is no cut that's pure enough |
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I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload |
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Product must be sold to you |
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No neighborhood is rough enough |
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There is no clips that's full enough |
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I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload |
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Product must be sold to you |
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There's no cuffs that's tight enough |
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There is no niggas that's fuck with us |
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I can't fold, I need gold, I re-up and reload |
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Product must be sold to you |
