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i clear the corners like homers with the b-ss is strong
they can’t stand to see me with it so i fakes no funk
no punk in my bloodline, just killas and sh-t
ride to town like the biggest dope dealers with grip, b-tch
it ain’t easy being wealthy, stayin’ healthy
knowin’ sucka muthuf-ckas they want to melt me
but i ain’t ice cream, b-tter, or the cheddar cheese
you better peep the beretta of a n-gg- sleep

n-gg-z, they knowin’ about the city that i’m comin’ out of
check your sh-t, you might come up short of your hefty grip
we night crawlers straight underground, jackin’ you for your sh-t n-gg-
what you gonna do now, when you see us n-gg-s comin’ through
grab your b-tch and your kids, we want ’em too, yeah
’cause playaz come out when it’s sunny but when night time comes
those playaz turn into gangstas and get they money

all the time i’m pumpin’ dope for those
who underestimate the propa sh-t and won’t quit
’til i acc-mulate the propa grip, so don’t trip
as we get with these fools who thought they knew
from the gate keep it straight when f-ckin’ with my crew
’cause i’ll be goin’ up out my way to keep this sh-t straight
mobb down about the town like a pancake
earthquake, i’m shakin’ ’em up like my hurricane
applyin’ pressure whenever and it’s a d-mn shame

we spit the super fly sh-t, makin’ a b-tch say, “hey”
them sick wid’ it n-gg-s get the cash money
we keep them pistols and gats, down for peelin’ them caps
’cause them n-gg-s from my camp get’s down like that
we spit the super fly sh-t, makin’ a b-tch say, “hey”
them sick wid’ it n-gg-s get the cash money
we keep them pistols and gats, down for peelin’ them caps
’cause them n-gg-s from my camp get’s down like that

keep on hearin’ n-gg-z hollin ’bout they -ss gotta go
and where they gotta be
one more time i kick rhymes and they don’t wanna see
do rae me, rippin’ sh-t on this mic
down with two more m-th-f-ckas who finna spit it see
f-ckin’ with this rap could be bubblelicous
clear the industry of guppies and goldfishes
we spit the super fly raps, makin’ a b-tch say, “sh-t”
who the f-ck could it be a-1 and b-legit

they got me twisted as h-ll, it seems i see some females
some long -ss weaves guess jeans and lee nails
but i can’t tell, the corbel ain’t got me brainy
b-tches all stuck to my paint ’cause i’m candy
hand me the m-th-f-ckin’ blunt baby, i do’s a bird 35 down i eighty
i’m tryin’ to get this b-tch to the show now, oh, you know it go down
f-ckin’ with the t-nown, b-tch

i’m clowin’ m-th-f-ckas givin’ ’em away
got your whole block flooded with meth and yay
tell the asian man, i’m on my way, i need major hook
n-gg-s hog moggin’ tryin’ to keep the whole book
but it don’t go down like that, i bring the heat
leave a n-gg- relaxin’ in his front seat
head back like he asleep with the reak of a muddy lake
caught a man code 3 bring the yellow tape

as i get in where i fit in, some funky -ss sh-t
down with n-gg-s in my click
to let ’em know who they be f-ckin’ wit’
got the sh-t locked down like up in sq
comin’ new in ’96 is what you best do
i test 1, 2 and then i straight run through
up in the va double where you best come true
’cause i’ll be choppin’ up on this game like a ginsu
and all you b-tches and tricks know what a n-gg- like me into

some thousand gram units with the cash around ’em
i’ll pour ’em out the window and the task they found ’em
they try to get a n-gg- but it’s too much scratch
and fools from my camp get’s down like that

- b legit lyrics

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