(feat. Daddy-O, Division)
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[Intro: Daddy-O (RZA)]
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Yo, yo, yo, yo Bobby
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What up, what up? I can't really hear you
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Aiyo, I left ten pounds in the trunk and I gave Sha' ten
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make sure he drops them shits off
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I'm on my way back to Mexico, to pick up another hundred
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(What up?) Can you hear me? can you hear me? (Uh-huh)
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Yo make the drop off, don't forget man!
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[ShaCronz]
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I got niggaz on the block, block
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niggaz with them gats, gats
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Niggaz on the strip, strip
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Puffin' them packs, packs
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To my workers that stays sharp like razors
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play my part and blaze it, we braveheart with paper
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My niggaz got that Dutch, Dutch
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niggaz got that black, black
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Niggaz got a bitch, bitch, head in they lap, lap
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My team ain't wit' it, we dreamed and did it
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Leaned and pivot, schemed for digits
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Everything you seen, we lived it
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Nigga front then we get at duke
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Dick hard like statues go to hole like Shaq do
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Cut you like a cantelope
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Like Iverson the truth and the answer
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I'm the poison and the antidote
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Don't care if the bitch cute, we don't sex raw
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We play the corners like the castles on a chess board
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Up in the Lex 4, drinkin' a Beck's boy
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Shoppin' in the best stores, I'm the nigga to check for
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[Hook: Freemurder]
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Wanna spend our cheese, smoke all our weed
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No tattoo on titties, sayin' F-R-E
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And my nigga Crizzee baby, and my nigga Digi baby
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Wanna spend our cheese, smoke all our weed
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No tattoo on titties, sayin' Bob Digi
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or ShaCrizzee baby, or Lil' Frizzee baby
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[Interlude: girl (RZA)]
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[moaning]
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Bobby stop!
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Bobby [sirens] the cops is comin
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[moans]
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(That shit is tight girl)
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[cops:] "hey you!"
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[moans]
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(Fuck that mothafucka, you know how I do)
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[sirens]
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[moans]
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[car speeding off]
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[RZA]
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Up in the drop-top Boxter headin' the opposite
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direction of the cop inside the chopper
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I got the tall Grey Goose vodka
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this bitch on my side, with no panties, finger pop her
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Ten pounds of skunk up in the front trunk
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Bird like hittin' a blunt, about to cum, and I'm pinchin' her cunt *girl moans*
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Ninety miles per hour I'm like "Fuck these punks!"
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It's the land of the free son, you only live once
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You a smart motherfucker or stupid dunce?
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Music blastin', she orgasm like a singer
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Sweet, wet pussy got all over my fingers
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Now I'm sniffin' my hand, all sippin' the plan
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Got the pedal to the floor, goin' swift as I can
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Hit the exit, chk-chk-chuh, make the left quick
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Hit the garage and slip inside the Lexus
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I got many whips, many clips, many chicks
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and my dick's been sucked by many lips
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Many tips, or many Vicks, many sticks
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and love to fuck with plenty chips
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[Girl]
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He got many whips, many clips, many chicks
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and his dick's been sucked by many lips
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Many tips, or many Vicks, many sticks
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and love to fuck with plenty chips
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[Hook]
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The Drop Off
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