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W-wh-wha, what, what?

Mobster, turn that up
Yeah, uh-huh uh
Sinister
Uh-huh uh-huh
Jayo, smell me on this one

Jayo, I hope I don't have to go back to slangin'
but if I do that's what I do
(That's I do)
Jayo, I hope I don't ever have to go back to
but if I do that's what I do
(That's I do)

Grindin' out of my aunty's backyard, the chronic
I havin' more candy than a pinata, more cake than Betty Crocker
Get on the horn and hit me on my 'cause I'm fake ID havin'
Strikin' and drivin' on a expired license comes in

Buy it from the nigga with the best quality and the lowest
Spendin' that that the big homey advanced me
In of me with the next nigga
I love money plus I'm rough rider
Known for bringin' bitch ass out of hidin'

Charlie Hustle, I hope I won't have to go
To sellin' sherm sticks but if I do what I do
Charlie Hustle, I hope I have to go back
To sellin loop but if I do that's what I do

I stabs a nigga, and came out
his heart pumps Kool-Aid, so I mixed it with my Thunder chicken
Barely and smokin' headache with a deuce-deuce
Now I put my snub nosed back to use

I'm dangerous it gets crucial, 'cause I conflict
Fuck a I'm jackin' niggaz for pounds of bomb shit
And now my fingers is like Sticky Fingaz from the greenery
You gon' retaliate, nigga what mean to me? Bitch

When you shoot crooked it's Cartwright, on site I'm takin'
It's rain on your head, I'm tearin' the roof off this bitch tonight
As you fall like Guy, for tryin' to my pie
Nigga DIE while bitch give up the Beaumont

All my havin fancy dreams
(Fancy dreams)
Comin' up 'cause we all on a scheme
(A scheme)

All my niggaz fancy dreams
(Fancy dreams)
Comin' up we all on a money scheme
(A scheme)

All my bitches havin' dreams!
(Fancy dreams)
up 'cause we all on a money scheme
(A scheme)

All my bitches havin' dreams!
(Fancy dreams)
Comin' up we all on a money scheme
(A scheme)

The freight, nigga fuck the
Beotch, you gotta pay me just to on the mic
High, higher than a cloud
Hella disrespectful, all up in the party talkin'

Systemized, a triple striker, when I was
My mom and daddy shoulda me Isiah 'cause I'm a Rider
Sole survivor, Hillsider, 1400 Magazine Street
Narcotic bomb preparer provider

I'm vicious, mean mugged and mad niggaz
Like the, like the Grinch Who Christmas
I like to, like to, finger bitches up in clubs
Take her and get rug burns on my nuts

Stuck, Gordon's Gin and Donald
Nut, all on her spine and on her
Fuck, clientele
Then I pass it to my Mista Jayo

Up the glass is shatterin', bitch it ain't
scatterin', see me and forty start splatterin'
The cowards are heartless, so you burn like
Niggaz that got eyes get broke up like dice games

Fuck a bitch, why? 'Cause skeezers don't us
So I go around sippin' fine wine like Jesus
And every time I a spit it's a hip-hop quote
Drinkin' Moesha Brandy, head spinnin' like hundred

All my bitches havin' dreams!
(Fancy dreams)
Comin' up 'cause we all on a scheme
(A scheme)

Still drinkin' Krypton brothers is
Then I snap like a snapping
Nigga, shittin; on the world my land fertile
I grow my own shit, fruits, and tobacco

It's third and forty nigga
You you gon' get tackled
Get your land you can old man
Niggaz so they named me twice like Duran Duran

Killa nigga put honey on 'em and 'em to my hogs
See I no evidence for the police dogs
Now off the low we go so let's flow
Lil' bitch, we the shit because the said so

You can't tell a from a cabbage silly rabbits
Get these chips if it means lettin' these motherfuckers have it

got out of line, I had to ice him
Reached into my drawers, and pulled out my
Motherfucker got out of place, I had to him
Reached into my and pulled out my strap, check it out

Nickle plated chrome Clint Eastwood special
Designed strictly for and toe taggin
Po-po wrote me up a 'cause I was saggin' and draggin'
My bitch, by her

I had to, I had to make the bleed, last New Year's Eve
She tried to hit me with a fryin' pan, my attitude wasn't
Backslapped that hoe in of her parents
More ki's a janitor

It mannisher and mannisher and mannisher
Smokin' on a roach, loitering in a parkin' lot
up gang signs
To as if he was some kind of first base

I luh I like my egg poached, hard over
In the through, hollerin' at her breezy

All my bitches havin' fancy
(Fancy dreams)
Comin' up we all on a money scheme
(A scheme)