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'For leaf big blowgun, fag nigga's bitch, an'
Peach chrome, sick Rover, Zeke so bend over
He looked at me and said "Killa be your kitchen pitcher, the bing was rough"
I nigga I did the bid wit' ya
Capiche, not Lisa it's the big picture
Six scriptures, six blickers, grip triggers, niggaz
The Big Dipper, swig liquor, big
Now that you watch the shit differ, I dig nigga
Soon as a nigga whisper, we jiggin' Jigga
He Elton Brand in a chair, he'll get the Clippers
I don't care who you are, the point, be stupid pa
We celebrities with guns, stars
Yeah remove ya bras, a few of in through-in cars
Spray 21, Blackjack, I ya cards
Kid roll, Peter like Kennedy
with me at the graveyard, visits from old enemies
Some bitched, some snitched, owed us dough
Piss on the tombstone, on it, "Told you so"
my portfolio, I was poor then rose to dough
KNow what I'm in a drought I score, overflow
I'm the waterboy, wet work for call
The is nice, TLC, some waterfalls
Fiends snort it all, this fact I to y'all
Go inside, extort them all, short to tall you oughta ball
And where the ballas live and all my all to win
This the second around, that shit you call again
Damn yo' fine, you been on yo' baby grind
Me I'm 86, temp, P-89s
we shine, fine, don't pay me mind
My watches are retarded, you can call 'em times
are more than brothers
We gon' rock til the Range, Benz, and Porsches
Garage, assorted
Yeah Crayola box, for that, doc
lay you over a stroller with the strangest odor ock
Is it over not, huh, we to you
We shoot the wake up, up and dead the funeral

Ay yo the fuck up
I said we shoot the wake up and dead the fu--
You dead already we gon' the fu--
Matter fact son, bring shit back up, fuck it

And you heard Rell, I do worst than
They murdered Roberta, murdered murder trials
We deserve to style, walk on Persian
On the island millions, Durst to Al
I get in layers, not the Daily News
But when I flip, I the papers, hate the mayor
I'm a gangsta, I fuck ma, go date a
Man dudes are fish market, straight fillet ya
Went to war with Kromo, then
Then Guilliani, then I went to Cackalacky
What you gon' a mobster, cake was hella proper
No Petey Pablo when I saw them
That's the letter niggaz, trinckets the ghetto bird
Her word I gave the whole ghetto birds
Man your case go find it, need a new
That ain't giving out, first of all that's for silent
to play
You got no gunwounds, jail time, felonies, shit on your resume
I get you yay, not tomorrow, yesterday
If ask, never say, snitch and we never play, ay