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Verse 1
Yo (what? What?)
Yo
Exotic type shit
Bbm
Ninety-four
We We must go to war fast
Goddamn
(Money, clothes,
Check it
Verse 2
peace about to make
Moves to slide like grease
You front, I'm slammin'
So now I'm out on the ninety-five
But, yo, I'm makin' a pit stop
Yo, remember that kid that we vicked?
he brought about four bricks
Tell Golden Arms maintain the fort
And meet me at the bitch lab
And when I slept, I dream Gs, son
A fake nigga faked
and they killed his clique
Keep your whip tinted
in Bojangles
with ten Gs worth of gold bangles
medallions the size of dinner plates
him so we blew him
do him
my man's land
G's is rollin' in my right hand
Verse 3
yo, yo
Heaven or hell?
'cause we're livin' in hell
Heaven or hell?
'cause we're livin' in hell
Verse 4
Straight up, yo
That's how it goes, whatever
Heaven or hell?
we're livin' in hell
(31st chamber, y'all)
Verse 5
Those were livin' and sold their weight
you know what I'm sayin'?
velour
That little hundred dollars and that
You ain't promised tomorrow,
Niggas don't understand how
Within the blinkin' of eye
baby, straight up
Get turned to dust
Word up, get evaporated,
straight up (word up)
Heartbroken,
Yeah, yo
Because you're in my arms nigga,
I never let you go, baby
For real
Keep shinin'
Big Kawai, Jess,
for the ninety-four
Yeah, eatin' dinner
with the big boys now
Word up,
You know how we do,
Bbm
Abm
Now get that power-U type type gangster on,
you know?
(my man)
Dirty Bastard
Keep packin' them guns
Word up
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