调：F# minor•
Verse 1
now the man sendin' me grams,
My coke organization still
infestin' the land,
No joke, built my Mama an
estate in the Bahamas,
Crops of marijuana protected
by Big Timers,
Hand, full of ice,
it's gangsta's paradise,
Expensive merchandise,
I had to sacrifice for the glamourous life,
Don P. for breakfast, Benz,
stretches, and Lexus,
Distribution of coke from Louisiana to Texas,
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but fascinated by the way that I made it,
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Now my name is implicated
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leather fatigues and B.B.H.,
Brand new Mercedes,
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Party with killas, paraphrenalia full of projects,
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But I gets pissed and send hits,
Admit it, you did it,
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bringin' your platoon to destruction,
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givin' up nothin' where the dope at?
because I'm pro Black,
Think I'm a foreigner,
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he wasn't holdin' up his side of his deal,
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Alien gotta be killed, sent to the coroner,
gone before the judge
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fuckin' over a thug,
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Told my bitch I want him dead,
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Bring me his head, fill him with lead,
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Heard what I said? Don't betray me,
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d make you weak,
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With carrots and stones up
next to the beach,
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And luxury cars we creep
Verse 2
nigga
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Gimme everything, I'll pay your house,
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nigga
Shut'cha mouth, nigga
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Put the money on the couch, nigga
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Gimme everything, I'll pay your house,
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nigga
Shut'cha mouth, nigga
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Put the money on the couch shut'cha mouth,
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nigga
Verse 3
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And sold up shit, from the seventeen
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Nigga Russ was up in that car shop,
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Let me go scope me a kneefit, so
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I can go out to the Freaknik,
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if you came home with two heroin charges,
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it's gone take two to fill my stamina,
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When I pass the camera,
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To wound ya, and paint your death with my autograph on
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your
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tumor,
Chorus
Verse 4
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Verse 5
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the Mac they make the foes shake,
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Then I left that spot and I went to the T,
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They comin' to me and,
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them blunts be gettin' me higher,
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,
it's a must I leave you cold,
Keep it chilly chilly,
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If I wouldn't be kickin'
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these rhymes so funky,
have bought my shit like junkies,
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A part of a "ki" is all that I need,
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To get on my feet, up outta the weed,
The capital "see", I do it for weed,
and even a "G" for slangin' them kis,
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I'm puttin' in it your face,
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Niggas be comin' with dope lines,
Gimme the chance I'ma flow mine,
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I'm tearin' this bitch up in no time,
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Funky like a club that's filled
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And never a bad thought in my mind,
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'cause I'm steadily plottin'
Outro 1
Chorus
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