(feat. Mel Matrix)
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Let's get back to music that was cracked influence
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Back, but you was' so rack, so'
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Killers don't strive to do it, aha!
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Drug dealers got stacks, so blew it!
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It's all the same to us
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You can came till they came for us!
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(What's what?)
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Home, I can't forget my nigga Big Shit
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Daddy, oh! He and Louis bought city, now we're big meat
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I'm on show in an off show.
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They gave 'em 39 show and he was called for
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(Go for the pill!)
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You fly fellow and the sky dweller (see the world)
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A king seller and a' dweller (what you are?)
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Zen life for bad bitch like she bail out
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Uh, I got back, I don't need to tell her! (What's in it?)
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Whoever's seen the cookie, won a key'
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So the hunger for the game is what we develop!
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Keep the grass cut low, so you could see the jealous
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Snake motherfuckers called them both'
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You ' bitches call them'
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Because they're trying to squeeze the life from you
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Have you ever heard of max squeeze'or fortune
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Didn't hurt your ears from the'
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Hot water motherfucker when the beef boil
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But we ain't here for cooking class (Let it go!)
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We don't need to woof just to push your ass
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A push show, wanna push you over
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The dope that I sold I put dad and fold us!
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Uh, coke that I sold, I put dad and soda
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I ain't talking about Coca-Cola!
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No Pepsi, bitches that love em sexy.
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I ain't talking about Coca-Cola!
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No Pepsi, bitches that love em sexy.
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Grind hard, kept the work in the trash
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The beef with' kept the gaga off the stash
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The word from uptown and the'
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Had that'from smoke and that coca we snorted.
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He got familiar touch dough, he was bred by the shooters
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I'm familiar with the stories, I got my clothes in the boosters
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The strippers all mine, but I' the bodega
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The game was on fire, remain cool, I'm a player!
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I snatch, step some goons that was down to bust for me,
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Stash hoes .. young and lost for me.
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I'm on point, that don't means that I'm nervous
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These all black shades don't mean I ain't focused.
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Drama never over, I'mma double back with all black, V black.. double black
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And we don't show no mercy
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Boys split' put the soul in the dirt, motherfucker!
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| Jim Jones |
