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Verse 1
to Extravaganza
Something incredible that's
about to take place
Verse 2
World renowned, Roc- A- Fella, holla
Ebm
Yeah, yeah, niggas
Just Blaze in this shit,
ya heard? (It's your main man)
I'm back niggas, holla (yo, yo)
Verse 3
Gb
Ebm
I never change, I'm stuck in these ways
Nike Airs, sweats and Taurus (uh)
But I'm- a do it for my enemies
They wanna end my chill,
wanna see what that villa be
Turn bags from bladders,
legs to wheels, pain and pills
'Cause you fuckin' wit' a nigga that'll jump out,
wave the steel
I live this way, it's real dawg,
Blow smoke in your bitch face,
piss on your wheels
Slap your custies, clap your worker,
dead the strip
Stick your connect, yap your bitch
So let it be known,
The Sergeant, the Cap,
the MAC holds sixty
For rookies and vets,
I'll bang 'til it click (click)
So run and tell your duela the
Ruger come wit' two clips, dawg
Gb
Ebm
M- easy, won't leave, my hood need me
Pop fa' sheezy, who don't believe me?
We all criminals but live like a Diplomat
We get low, when the dough low,
Verse 4
get it back
How I could just kill a man for Killa Cam
Me and my Roc killa fam,
top billers man (man)
We run the spot, drop ceilings,
fam (fam)
Up with killers, man, and line the trunk
Keep a stash box for the nine
and the pump
The coach walk you through
and he grind you up
In the cap or the bag?
How you want me packin'? Wit'
the MAC or the Mag?
Yeah, that Bent get back,
but listen scrap, act real fast
And keep a wack that'll
your swacks
It's the Broad Street Bully bitch
Bully niggas on the broadest streets
I house niggas on the
narrowest block
Know my rules when the
barrel get hot
the shots fall and the smoke clear
Man, I be hearin' you were murdered
(you ain't here)
Nobody hit up in the cross 'cause I'm
observin' (you ain't here)
Nobody be missin' your loss
'cause you deserved it
I keep my MAC- milli chilly chill
(uh), on the really- real
'Fore I make you niggas feel this
Verse 5
steel (Killa, Killa)
Ebm
Gb
Go 'head stupid niggas go fuck wit'
I'm the third little piggy,
I'ma fuck wit' them bricks (bricks)
Better yet the bakery,
I got pies and cakes (cakes)
Nigga think doublin' is turnin' five to eight
I turn eight to twenty,
Gb
Ebm
twenty to a hunnid, hunnid to a thousand
That to a hunnid thousand (thousand), in
front of housin' (housin')
Closed 'em all down, dawg,
no one's allowed in (allowed in)
I'm coppin' everything I'm done wit'
browsin' (gimme that)
It's the top don,
Get your shit rocked mon like
Haseem Rahman (Rahman)
And I'm extra scary CEOs all the
frontin' ain't necessary (why?)
I fuck your secretaries
Gb
Ebm
All for information it ain't necessary
They in love like the 14th of February
Play 'em like April 1st, right
before I slide off (off)
Gb
Ebm
Gb
Ebm
Halloween or Memorial Day
At your memorial,
be one year from today (today)
All y'all think it's peace and peachy
I leave you Reesy Piecy, all my
bitches rock
'Round phony niggas get
the heeby jeebies
Hungry hoes say, "Killa,
feed me, feed me"
Calm down ma, easy, easy (easy)
Still rock Ellesses, to squeeze
appease me
He ain't no tease but measly
Not Doggy's Angels, Killa,
please believe me, uh
Verse 6
Niggas wanna despise the team,
Roc- A- Fella
When the shit gets down you know
who's doin' the poppin'
Killa, Sigel
Fuck those who disagree,
my bullets you get 'em free
Roc in this muh,
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