[First Verse:]
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I went through with the plan, now the man sendin' me grams,
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My coke organization still infestin' the land,
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No joke, built my Mama an estate in the Bahamas,
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Crops of marijuana protected by Big Timers,
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Hand, full of ice, it's gangsta's paradise,
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Expensive merchandise, I had to sacrifice for the glamourous life,
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Don P. for breakfast, Benz, stretches, and Lexus,
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Distribution of coke from Louisiana to Texas,
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Some fabricated, but fascinated by the way that I made it,
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Now my name is implicated with the greatest
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Wearin' the latest, leather fatigues and B.B.H.,
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Brand new Mercedes, parked in front of my new estate,
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Twelve o' clock we gave him, caviar, is what we ate,
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Party with killas, paraphrenalia full of projects,
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Dope snorters or prospects, the rob your shop necks,
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But I gets pissed and send hits, don't fuck with my shit
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Wig split, the heel, whoever he roll with,
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Admit it, you did it, tongue too tied? Well say somethin'
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Nine's bustin', bringin' your platoon to destruction,
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Continue to hustlin', givin' up nothin' where the dope at?
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Crackers can get the Bauds at, because I'm pro Black,
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Think I'm a foreigner, he wasn't holdin' up his side of his deal,
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Alien gotta be killed, sent to the coroner,
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I'm sure he would have gone before the judge
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With somethin' concrete, to send me, cuz
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He was holdin' a grudge, fuckin' over a thug,
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Told my bitch I want him dead,
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Bring me his head, fill him with lead,
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Heard what I said? Don't betray me,
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I'll put you on the streets and make you weak,
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With carrots and stones up on fingers and your teeth,
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And built you a home next to the beach,
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And luxury cars we creep
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Here's the nine, I don't have time, make it discreet
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[Chorus:]
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Money on the couch, nigga
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Gimme everything, I'll pay your house, nigga
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Shut'cha mouth, nigga
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Put the money on the couch, nigga
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Gimme everything, I'll pay your house, nigga
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Shut'cha mouth, nigga
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Put the money on the couch shut'cha mouth, nigga
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[Second Verse:]
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I know that my cousin Lil' Kerzaw,
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He sold up outta his backyard,
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And sold up shit, from the seventeen all the way up to the Ninth Ward,
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You know he rolls up in the caddy,
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It's about that time to go roasts and vogue,
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I'ma go on the passenger side, fuckin' with every last hoe,
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Nigga Russ was up in that car shop,
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Ready to get all the seats fixed,
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Let me go scope me a kneefit, so I can go out to the Freaknik,
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Shit, I'm the lyrical genius,
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Drop down on your knees to the penis,
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The nigga be talkin' the shit about my family, but I never did seen it
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I'm larger than large, if you came home with two heroin charges,
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And I still got somethin' stashed in the garages,
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Y'all is petty, it's gone take two to fill my stamina,
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When I pass the camera, flash, fuck the amateurs,
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Ya better be top notch, or I'ma cock my rhyme glock,
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To wound ya, and paint your death with my autograph on your tumor,
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[Chorus]
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[Third Verse:]
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I'm straight from the ghetto, the Mac they make the foes shake,
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Then I left that spot and I went to the T, where the triflin' hoes play,
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They comin' to me and, they blowin' that funky fire,
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I'm grabbin' a beer and, them blunts be gettin' me higher,
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Due to my clique I walked to the front door,
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Hope it ain't them po-po's,
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I looked through the blinds, it went through my mind,
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"What I have to run for?",
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Nobody would want to test me,
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Especially comin' to arrest me,
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Old body and soul, it's a must I leave you cold,
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Keep it chilly chilly, when I'm jigglin' jigglin' money,
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Some niggas say okay, but you can say no way,
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I'm drinkin' for honey,
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If I wouldn't be kickin' these rhymes so funky,
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You and your crew would never have bought my shit like junkies,
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A part of a "ki" is all that I need,
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To get on my feet, up outta the weed,
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The capital "C", I do it for weed, and even a "G" for slangin' them kis,
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I'm puttin' in it your face, Juvenile lookin' for a bitch now,
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Don't have no time for no foreplay, I'm simply gonna lay this dick down
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Niggas be comin' with dope lines,
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Gimme the chance I'ma flow mine,
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| I'm tearin' this bitch up in no time, |
