(Verse 1)
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I used to give 44 P, CCAC
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Had a mule moving packs over to DC
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My connect needing fast need some extra cheese
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I got stuck with some grass and it ain¡¯t even green
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But I got peeps down south that would take ¡®em off my hands
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Got ¡®em for the food, sold ¡®em for the grand
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Pimping on the low, once I met the man
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At first I had no clue but now I got a plan
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Got a solid team, a bunch of solid killers
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Got a job for the years that actually set the skrilla
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You know the rules, ain¡¯t no speaking unless you spoken to
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If you a boss nigga, do what bosses do
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I stay pushing it baby, call salt and pepper
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I tax on the mammals fast and I got freckles
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I move past of you hoes and send ¡®em past to river
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I got basketball balls call shots like Dark Rivers
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(Hook)
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The regime I got this rap game put on lock
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Why ask why
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Don¡¯t you ask me no questions and I won¡¯t tell no lies
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(Won¡¯t tell no lies)
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Getting money our hussle about to do
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And dont give a damn about whatever happen to you
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We getting wild (x6)
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(Verse 2)
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As time blown the bright and the pile recks his boil
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I¡¯m down south in H town with that Texas oil
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I¡¯m in that black coat by a thing 4 on 4
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This one to go I got enough to make georgia snow
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Got kush for the 6 and bricks for 27
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24/7 counting money like we¡¯re in the recession
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Lead the weapon on my nigga it¡¯s pitching and catching
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I¡¯m stretching thickens while I¡¯m gripping that snitch and the west end
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From Oakland to Cleveland, from Cleveland to Acland
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I¡¯m sending a package then collecting the cabbage
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Touch down home run what¡¯s the bad navage
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Fucking models with the fattest asses out in cali batches
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Vacuum ceiling then I send the power down
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They go for 50 out of town, gotta lock it down
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Young town it¡¯s 2 thous¡¯ for the Bobby Brown
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Running break nigga I got papi in the lobby now
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(Hook)
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The regime I got this rap game put on lock
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Why ask why
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Don¡¯t you ask me no questions and I won¡¯t tell no lies
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(Won¡¯t tell no lies)
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Getting money our what¡¯s about to do
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And dont give a damn about whatever happen to you
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We getting wild (x6)
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(Verse 3)
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I got that cake, and that blue flakes
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Go order up in that paint
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That super duper sugar will leave you with buggers away
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Have you bleeding from the nose like it¡¯s pulp fiction
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But I¡¯m Scarface I¡¯m good fella but a rad guy
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Say hi better do or die
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I ride but it¡¯s time to ride
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Don¡¯t call me for bullshit I still might go , fluid in
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Regime, changing the range I¡¯m insane
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When it comes to getting paper I¡¯m getting that membrane
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Damn thing changed , but still mobbin, no robbin
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Strictly with the business my nigga I¡¯m with the poppin
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And it¡¯s more than a few of them things than a nigga coppin
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And a 6 5 , 6 lash things some drop yea
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(Verse 4)
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Remember me I¡¯m the nigga knocking at your door
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No sky mask just some gucci¡¯s and my 44¡Çs
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Shake it like a pit, now show me what I came for
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Talking shit like a bitch hold tight on the floor
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Life with no scoops , pisces with no dough
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Chop and let the barrel smoke, no hesitation let ¡®em go
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Switch cheese your 4 door like I¡¯m going postal
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Bottom line motherfucker I would toast you
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Sharp it up in the coop, D boy in the soup
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Rock star mojo host, think I¡¯m pimpin like Drew
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Chrome spin and slide through, like a Ice cube
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Counting money all day my nigga what you about to do
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The regime I got this rap game put on lock
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Why Ask Why
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