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They for the kid to say lay, yeah

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

Get 'em

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

I'm in the curb, white and the herb
And I got a nice on the birds, you might could get served
You come the doe, I come with the blow
But if you don't come with the change I'm a come them thangs
Run up on you with the gun in the
The collar coat hold a and fifty
You wanna get busy, come get me, I'll you cats
'Cus I wife the and I marry my gat

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

And I might pop her off if the is mean
I got some I can tell I'll sell a chick a dream
let her sip a little liquor, let her hit the green
Then I'm a unbutton her and unzip her jeans
And merk ass, hurt that ass
Cass show you how to 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 dude before I was with the and the jewels
I don't feel if I ain't strapped with the tool
But give me a gat and I'm cool like the mac or the
And clap at you dudes, I ain't scrapping you dudes
I'm kind of and I ain't fighting 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 your

I'm back on the move, back on the
I'm a born hustler, I just happened to rhyme
Who would of ever 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 take it and smile

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