[INTRO:]
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Young dro! Yall already know what it is when im on that Ecstacy! Who dis is? Grand Hustle?
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Aye lets do it nigga!
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[HOOK:]
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All we make is cash, Straight drop glass
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Nigga try to play me, we'll straight drop ass
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Trunk on blast and our cars go fast
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Choppa make a nigga do a 100 yard daaaash
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[VERSE 1:]
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Ima bankhead veteran
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Got em takin eccederin
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Them suckas caught headaches when they saw me on David Letterman
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Ride round severan, off the heads(bankhead & buckhead) to my bretheren
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Man this gangsta picture been on Paul Wall ever since
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I was young wit medicine
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Now im in the yellow bent
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Thought the shit was lame, das why I aint go and get the yellow tint
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Tell em kent
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We ride phantoms supplyin anthems
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Body full of reptile camo's and fine pampers
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Shine amper, fox fur
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Submarine boxster
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Kill a nigga ass on time, they call me clockster
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Lightskin mossberg, not the black but the chrome one
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26 davins, the black back with the chrome front
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[HOOK:]
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All we make is cash, Straight drop glass
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Nigga try to play me, we'll straight drop ass
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Trunk on blast and our cars go fast
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Choppa make a nigga do a 100 yard daaaash
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[VERSE 2:]
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Aye look, Brasco Astro
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Big shipment in the van, dead fresh nigga plaid put on castro
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Give em what they ask for, 20 thousand in sacks
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Stand on the trap till I see the damn task force
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Come back in a black porche,(who?) Me and Bola
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This Xtaci time, when the sunshines its over
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White cola, systems are metric, force is sucessive
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Aint no choice, I'm aggressive
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My brauds walk on giseptics and nati
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Mark Jacobs in the maple Marzarati
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I'm rich, nothin to do, So I'm taking up karate
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I'm taping up my body like the NFL quarterback
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Michael Vick shit, I know how to bring a quarter back
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[HOOK:]
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All we make is cash, Straight drop glass
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Nigga try to play me, we'll straight drop ass
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Trunk on blast and our cars go fast
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Choppa make a nigga do a 100 yard daaaash
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[VERSE 3: Xtaci]
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Bitch please, Shawty I know u aint got these
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Varagomas on my face and some juicy gatore jeans
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Bitch I'm ballin wit some pimps who be lettin they shoulda lean
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Know them grills gone bling
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And them banks go $chiiing$
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Listen, Ima queen, 5 karat ring
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See through blouse and my nipples aint seen
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Everybody know that I'm quick to beat a hoe ass
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In a quick flash, make them bitches hit the floor fast
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Drop top, in the other seat, I got plenty cash
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Always first class, Bitch I was made to last
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You a old rat still stuntin wit her coach bag
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Young fly bitches like to ride wit the beat blast
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[HOOK:]
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All we make is cash, Straight drop glass
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Niggas try to play me, we'll straight drop ass
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Trunk on blast and our cars go fast
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Choppa make a nigga do a 100 yard daaaash
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100 Yard Dash
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Young Dro |