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w-wh-wha, what, wha-what what?
beotch
mobster, turn that sh-t up
yeah, uh-huh uh-huh uh
sinister sh-t
uh-huh uh-huh what?
jayo, jayo smell me on this one

jayo, i hope i don’t ever have to go back to slangin’
h-llo but if i do that’s what i do
(that’s what i do)
jayo, i hope i don’t ever have to go back to slangin
h-llo but if i do that’s what i do
(that’s what i do)

grindin’ out of my aunty’s backyard, that’s the chronic
i been havin’ more candy than a pinata, more cake than betty crocker
get on the h-rn and hit me on my locker ’cause i’m fake id havin’
strikin’ and drivin’ on a suspended expired license comes in

buy it from the n-gg- with the best quality and the lowest prices
spendin’ that capital that the big homey advanced me
in front of me with the next n-gg-
i love money plus i’m labeled rough rider
known for bringin’ b-tch -ss n-gg-z out of hidin’

charlie hustle, i hope i won’t have to go back
to sellin’ sherm sticks but if i do that’s what i do
charlie hustle, i hope i won’t have to go back
to sellin loop loop but if i do that’s what i do

i stabs a n-gg-, and kool-aid came out
’cause his heart pumps kool-aid, so i mixed it with my thunder chicken
barely livin’ and smokin’ headache with a deuce-deuce
now i gotta put my snub nosed back to use

i’m dangerous it gets crucial, ’cause i loves conflict
f-ck a headache i’m jackin’ n-gg-z for pounds of bomb sh-t
and now my fingers is sticky like sticky fingaz from the greenery
you gon’ retaliate, n-gg- what that mean to me? b-tch

when you shoot crooked it’s cartwright, on site i’m takin’ flight
it’s gon’ rain on your head, i’m tearin’ the roof off this b-tch tonight
as you fall like guy, for tryin’ to swipe my pie
n-gg- die while your b-tch give up the beaumont

all my n-gg-z havin fancy dreams
(fancy dreams)
comin’ up ’cause we all on a money scheme
(a money scheme)

all my n-gg-z havin fancy dreams
(fancy dreams)
comin’ up ’cause we all on a money scheme
(a money scheme)

all my b-tches havin’ fancy dreams!
(fancy dreams)
comin’ up ’cause we all on a money scheme
(a money scheme)

all my b-tches havin’ fancy dreams!
(fancy dreams)
comin’ up ’cause we all on a money scheme
(a money scheme)

the freight, n-gg- f-ck the hype
beotch, you gotta pay me just to breathe on the mic
high, higher than a dust cloud
h-lla disrespectful, all up in the party talkin’ loud

systemized, a triple striker, when i was born
my mom and daddy shoulda named me isiah ’cause i’m a rider
sole survivor, hillsider, 1400 block magazine street
narcotic bomb preparer heroin provider

i’m vicious, mean mugged and mad d-gg-n’ n-gg-z
like the, like the grinch who stole christmas
i like to, like to, finger f-ck b-tches up in clubs
take her home and get rug burns on my nuts

stuck, gordon’s gin and donald duck
nut, all on her spine and on her b-tt
f-ck, major clientele
then i p-ss it to my n-gg- mista jayo

up the gl-ss is shatterin’, b-tch it ain’t matterin’
they scatterin’, see me and forty start splatterin’
the cowards are heartless, so you burn like flames
n-gg-z that got snake eyes get broke up like dice games

f-ck a b-tch, why? ’cause skeezers don’t please us
so i just go around sippin’ fine wine like jesus
and every time i bust a spit it’s a hip-hop quote
drinkin’ moesha brandy, head spinnin’ like hundred spokes

all my b-tches havin’ fancy dreams!
(fancy dreams)
comin’ up ’cause we all on a money scheme
(a money scheme)

still drinkin’ krypton brothers is snapple
then i snap like a snapping turtle
n-gg-, sh-ttin; on the world keeps my land fertile
i grow my own sh-t, fruits, vegetables and tobacco

it’s third down and forty n-gg-
you know you gon’ get tackled
get your land while you can old man
n-gg-z so dope they named me twice like duran duran

killa n-gg- put honey on ’em and feed ’em to my hogs
see i leave no evidence for the police dogs
now off the low stroll we go so let’s flow
lil’ b-tch, we the sh-t because the people said so

you can’t tell a lettuce from a cabbage silly rabbits
get these chips even if it means lettin’ these motherf-ckers have it

n-gg- got out of line, i had to ice him
reached into my drawers, and pulled out my strap
motherf-cker got out of place, i had to chop him
reached into my d-da-da-das and pulled out my strap, check it out

nickle plated chrome planet clint eastwood special
designed strictly for staplin’ and toe taggin
po-po wrote me up a citation ’cause i was saggin’ and draggin’
my b-tch, by her weave

i had to, i had to make the b-tch bleed, last new year’s eve
she tried to hit me with a fryin’ pan, my att-tude wasn’t carin’
backslapped that hoe in front of her parents
more ki’s than a janitor

it gets mannisher and mannisher and mannisher
smokin’ on a roach, loitering in a mcdonald’s parkin’ lot
throwin’ up gang signs
to as if he was some kind of first base coach

i luh i like my egg poached, hard over easy
in the drive through, hollerin’ at her breezy

all my b-tches havin’ fancy dreams
(fancy dreams)
comin’ up ’cause we all on a money scheme
(a money scheme)

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