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They for the kid to say lay, yeah

the boy Cassidy man
And I'm feeling a red nose that we just let out the cage man
I'm to bite one of you niggaz at any given moment

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My is the truth I get in the booth
And start like I'm missing a tooth
You listening duke, I'm gripping the coupe, lifting the
Sip the orange juice with the goose
Or shots of the yak, I got that could lift up a moose
Stay with a to shoot like I'm Bishop in Juice
I get more bitches than Luke when I run the
Fiends scream, "I wanna rock, I rock, ock"

I'm right in the curb, and the herb
And I got a price on the birds, you might could get served
You come the doe, I come with the blow
But if you come with the change I'm a come with them thangs
Run up on you with the gun in the
The collar coat a hundred and fifty
You get busy, come get me, I'll bury you cats
I wife the knife and I marry my gat

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A yo my flow I need an antihistamine
Both of my wrists gleam and my fist as mean
It's blue but see-through like Listerine
I get the on the strip fucking with the fiends
So go and get your
And I'll get 'em all smoked like a a nicotine or a nick of green
And I don't talk to these hoes I'm Mr. Bean
I just let 'em mop me off get a Mr.

And I pop her off if the chick is mean
I got some stories I can tell sell a chick a dream
let her sip a little liquor, let her hit the green
Then I'm a unbutton her blouse and her jeans
And merk that ass, hurt ass
show you how to work that ass
And I ain't my boy Kells in the hotel no more
I'm on the strip sells fish scale galore

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I'm still acting a fool, packing a
Went back to the before I was with the black and the jewels
I don't feel right if I ain't strapped with the
But give me a gat and I'm cool the mac or the ooze
And I'll clap at you dudes, I ain't you dudes
I'm kind of light and I ain't I got ratchets to use
have cats like, "Damn yo what happened to dude?"
Listen homey, if I'm hungry you'll get jacked for food

I'm back on the move, on the grind
I'm a natural born hustler, I just to rhyme
Who of ever thought I'll be the cat to get signed
But life hard to the shit happen sometimes
Cats my lines, taking my style
But there ain't no aloud
If you die then you testify when I take it to trial
You can hate it, I just take it and

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