bathed in the water of the wrath
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I like to count the money
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Bitch I like to do the math
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You’re sneaky like a left jab
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Over hand right
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I’m Friday night fights in the Memphis bright lights
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I got a suit passion
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I like to dress in the high fashion
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Broke hos with good jokes keep me laughin’
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I talk shit behind the tint of my Benz
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As my driver goes 90 over da Bay Bridge
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It’s like smokin’ weed all up in heaven
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My God is a 7
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And yo I’m a 3 11
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That’s 14
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I sport Jordan’s when I wear jeans
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I’m in the hills of Tahoe throwing on my high beams
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I like to wear rings
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A couple pretty things
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I sport leather on a bitch
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If the city rains
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We do drugs on a polar bear rug
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If your man is a pimp
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Don’t expect no love
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It’s all upgrade
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My new shades block the sun rays
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Tupac on every Sunday
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It’s all upgrade
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My new shades block the sun rays
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Tupac on every Sunday
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I unwrap the plastic off the swisher
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Grab your telephone bitch
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You can take a picture
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Pour it like its liquor
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But move a little quicka
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We live by the gun
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so we die by the trigger
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That’s word of life
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Man have you ever seen a fiend’s pipe?
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It’s dark as 12 a.m.
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even in the sun light
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I lose my train of thought until you say the cost
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I gotta bookie that love when I take a loss
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I gotta prohibition mind state
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about the crime rate
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No love bitch on a blind date
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You get a repo reaction from the people
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Down here we bump C-Bo
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We sport Filas
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And Adidas
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And Perry Ellis
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Them bitches maybe fine but them hos be getting jealous
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It’s high fashion
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Car crashin
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Suit matchin
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Talkin shit on the freeway laughin
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I gotta sweet tooth
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I like candy paint
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I talk shit to a bitch
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Tell the ho “think”?????
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I gotta sweet tooth
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I like candy paint
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I talk shit to a bitch
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Tell the ho “think”????
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Get the New Testament
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You get the tour and the estimate
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Rhyme crime up in your residence
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The camera lens is not a friend
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it just offends
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so I talk alotta shit behind the tint of my Benz
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on I-80 880 980 580
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280 Aw Baby
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All aboard like a train
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My young homie said he’s like an old man
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Cuz he’s gotta push cane
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Like a dime
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To design
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it never rhyme
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My soul it never dies just like the Holy Qur’an
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And on the scale
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It’s like bail
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And killer whales
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Get at me early baby
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Something like a clearance sale
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I open up
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I let you know
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about the cost
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I eat a pork chop with a deep money thought
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I open up
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I let you know
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about the cost
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I eat a pork chop with a deep money thought
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Like a dead poet
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And you know
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Cuz you show it
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I’m driving down to San Jose and ya I like to floor it
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Like a dead poet
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And you know
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Cuz you show it
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I’m driving down to San Jose and ya I like to floor it
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San Francisco Bay
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| Andre Nickatina |
