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I went through with the plan, now the man sendin' me grams |
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My coke organization still infestin' the land |
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No joke, built my |
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Mama an estate in the |
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BahamasCrops of marijuana protected by |
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Big Timers |
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Hand, full of ice, it's gangsta's paradise |
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Expensive merchandise, |
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I had to sacrifice for the glamorous life |
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Don P. for breakfast, |
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Benz, stretches and |
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LexusDistribution of coke from |
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Louisiana to |
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TexasSome fabricated but fascinated by the way that |
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I made itNow my name is implicated with the greatest |
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Wearin' the latest, leather fatigues and |
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B.B.H.Brand new |
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Mercedes, parked in front of my new estate |
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Twelve o'clock we gave him, caviar, is what we ate |
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Party with killas, paraphernalia full of projects |
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**** snorters or prospects, the rob your shop necks |
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But I gets pissed and send hits, don't ****** with my *******t |
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Wig split, the heel, whoever he roll with |
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Admit it, you did it, tongue too tied? |
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Well say somethin' |
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Nine's bustin', bringin' your platoon to destruction |
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Continue to hustlin', givin' up nothin' where the **** at? |
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Crackers can get the |
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Bauds at because |
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I'm pro Black |
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Think I'm a foreigner, he wasn't holdin' up his side of his deal |
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Alien gotta be killed, sent to the coroner |
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I'm sure he would have gone before the judge |
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With somethin' concrete, to send me 'cuz |
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He was holdin' a grudge, ******' over a thug |
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Told my ****** |
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I want him dead |
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Bring me his head, fill him with lead |
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Heard what |
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I said? Don't betray me |
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I'll put you on the streets and make you weak |
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With carrots and stones up on fingers and your teeth |
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And built you a home next to the beach and luxury cars we creep |
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Here's the nine, |
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I don't have time, make it discreet |
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Money on the couch, ****** |
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Gimme everything, |
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I'll pay your house, ****** |
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Shut'cha mouth, ****** |
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Put the money on the couch, ****** |
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Gimme everything, |
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I'll pay your house, ****** |
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Shut'cha mouth, ****** |
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Put the money on the couch shut'cha mouth, ****** |
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I know that my cousin |
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Lil' Kerzaw |
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He sold up outta his backyard |
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And sold up *******t, from the seventeen all the way up to the |
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Ninth Ward |
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You know he rolls up in the caddy |
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It's about that time to go roasts and vogue |
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I'ma go on the passenger side, ******' with every last hoe |
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****** Russ was up in that car shop |
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Ready to get all the seats fixed |
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Let me go scope me a knee fit, so |
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I can go out to the |
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Freaknik*******t, |
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I'm the lyrical genius |
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Drop down on your knees to the ****** |
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The ****** be talkin' the *******t about my family but |
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I never did seen it |
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I'm larger than large, if you came home with two heroin charges |
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And I still got somethin' stashed in the garages |
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Y'all is petty, it's gone take two to fill my stamina |
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When I pass the camera, flash, ****** the amateurs |
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Ya better be top notch |
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Or I'ma ****** my rhyme glock |
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To wound ya, and paint your death |
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With my autograph on your tumor |
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Money on the couch, ****** |
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Gimme everything, |
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I'll pay your house, ****** |
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Shut'cha mouth, ****** |
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Put the money on the couch, ****** |
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Gimme everything, |
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I'll pay your house, ****** |
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Shut'cha mouth, ****** |
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Put the money on the couch shut'cha mouth, ****** |
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I'm straight from the ghetto, the |
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Mac they make the foes shake |
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Then I left that spot and |
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I went to the |
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T where the triflin' hoes play |
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They comin' to me and they blowin' that funky fire |
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I'm grabbin' a beer and them blunts be gettin' me higher |
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Due to my clique, |
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I walked to the front door |
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Hope it ain't them po-po's |
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I looked through the blinds, it went through my mind"What I have to run for?" |
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Nobody would want to test me, especially comin' to arrest me |
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Old body and soul, it's a must |
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I leave you cold |
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Keep it chilly, chilly when |
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I'm jigglin' jigglin' money |
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Some ******s say okay, but you can say no way |
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I'm drinkin' for honey |
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If I wouldn't be kickin' these rhymes so funky |
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You and your crew would never have bought |
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My *******t like junkies |
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A part of a, "Ki" is all that |
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I needTo get on my feet, up outta the ****** |
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The capital "C", |
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I do it for ****** and even a "G" for slangin' them kis, |
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I'm puttin' in it your face, |
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Juvenile lookin' for a ****** now |
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Don't have no time for no foreplay |
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I'm simply gonna lay this ****** down |
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******s be comin' with **** lines |
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Gimme the chance |
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I'ma flow mine |
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I'm tearin' this ****** up in no time |
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No ******' ya up 'cuz you know |
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I'mFunky like a club that's filled up with fat men fartin' |
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And never a bad thought in my mind 'cuz |
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I'm steadily plottin' |
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Money on the couch, ****** |
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Gimme everything, |
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I'll pay your house, ****** |
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Shut'cha mouth, ****** |
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Put the money on the couch, ****** |
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Gimme everything, |
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I'll pay your house, ****** |
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Shut'cha mouth, ****** |
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Put the money on the couch shut'cha mouth, ****** |
