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Mikkey
Ah King Pin's
Mack 10,
I'm Mikkey
Chi-Town,
Listen, got nigga?

I got a trouble find in the kitchen and they cooking it row
Realisting feams stitches with the hooker in they chow
Fuck the law, man, I'm for cooking it row
the cops just chill, I got something for y'all

I got a Bentley and the and they sittin on 'em daters
I got a hot power with the million retater
South-South, Westside, man, I own my
Got judges on my pay roll like

International my game, I ball with the best
Birdman, Down-South, Mack 10 out
Fuck with my money, put to put the to yo' chest
Want war? I take it there or rather to there

See them Cash Money niggas, how can I like 'em
Cooking coke from the pill-up, got a prices like 'em
You know a nigga wheel slip, I got a like him
You heard a Micheal right, I got a life like him

I'ma mothafuckin' hustla, y'all the game
Mikkey Flow, y'all know my name
Game is risky but a rather died the fame
And live life, broken hungry out here, for bread

It's a Pin's Dream, coke and feminines
Belley's on triple beams, got with triple feams
So, out the scene, guns, scopes and beems
But the thing about it dream, it all watta seem

It's a King Pin's Dream, coke and
Belley's on triple beams, got with triple feams
So, busting out the scene, guns, and beems
But the thing about it dream, it ain't all seem

When it comes to drugs, these ain't get none but fo'
Oh square ass and full of brains are sold
I know 'em Feds is on heat but I don't a fuck
I'm so deep in the game like my name is stuck

From crack, more then likey is a suggestion of
I gives a fuck, who ya breaking and skell
I life like a King Pin weed but raw
I'm the richest gang them niggas ever saw

I with ya from Toyota with the biggest and baking soda
Pirates po's full of and crack folders
I'ma dope and I got coke scrilla
My whole can sit to at X-Cons and killas

And my bitches is falls who bomb, and coochie
Rockin' props, the fades, the letto boochie
First statis, rolo, when I came to the door?
And now it's Bentleys, Mansions and to the floor

Kickin' gears on Parley's, the straight pipe screen
And I had a block on lock, I was fifteen
Sapranos, the most of unforgiven
And fuck a job, 'cause dope money is how I'm

It's a King Pin's Dream, and feminines
on triple beams, got scuffles with triple feams
So, out the scene, guns, scopes and beems
But the about it dream, it ain't all watta seem

It's a Pin's Dream, coke and feminines
Belley's on beams, got scuffles with triple feams
So, busting out the scene, guns, scopes and
But the thing it dream, it ain't all watta seem

My homey got marries, so, you know we slipping
Two hoes, two Bentleys, you we ain't dipping
Lifestyle, drug dealing, you we ain't trippin'
Got killas on the row, you we ain't slipping

Tote trucks full of bricks, you know we ain't
New cars, pretty broads, you know we been
stars, body bars, we hitting and missing
Big cars, superstars, 'cause wheels spinning

Pretty honeys, bug stunt, 'cause the money we
bitchs and warehouse, tinning piece for chicken
Riot guns 'em up, for this life that I'm living
PO partners doin time, 'cause my homeboy me

The Feds, big trippin', 'cause they me to get me
Mack 10 re-shout, 'til ya my nigga
King Pin, Big Tymin', drug dealing my
Transport and cocaine and my nigga

a King Pin's Dream, coke and feminines
Belley's on triple beams, got scuffles triple feams
So, busting out the scene, guns, scopes and
But the thing it dream, it ain't all watta seem

It's a Pin's Dream, coke and feminines
on triple beams, got scuffles with triple feams
So, busting out the scene, guns, scopes and
But the about it dream, it ain't all watta seem

is y'all Ol' Tymers niggas, y'all know H-dash play, right
The is a lifestyle of a drug dealing nigga, y'understand
It ain't twenty-two's is it's twenty-five's nigga, what?
Even chicken from the hood to the mothafuckin' living

Y'knowwhatI'msayin', getcha nigga, in my project see my crib nigga
We got loadin' .14, for sashie, all the best up and the best
It ain't none gon' stop my
We bricks in the kitchen my nigga, y'understand

Don't come stunt boy, unless you got it right boy
Y'knowwhatI'msayin', money hot boy and we doin' this nigga
Life, life, hot, hot, we got hot, hot we got this hot, hot
We got this hot, hot we on fire, don't