[Chorus 2X: Stash] Real niggas do real things Real paper get real bling, it's all in the game Real drugs, real guns, real murder We spit that hot shit, you never heard of
[Stash] I'm that young nigga, doo-rag, hanging from my pocket Watch it, cuz I'm stealing earrings and watches I'm one of a kind, hop out with the trey-nine And dump some in your spine You out of your mind, my niggas on some thugging shit I'm too hot, for you to see me, you need oven mitts This rap stuff, I love it, you can get Your money and bet it, and watch you lose all of it Ya'll niggas ate, my niggas never hate Ya'll gay, so it's time I set the record straight Look at my wrist, you see I got better cake Go with my nigga Rob, if ya'll want a better wake I'm on the nicest rock, when the blackout hit I use my wrist to light the house Uh, we got four chicks in the range, if I'm broke You gon' see my five fingers on your chains
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[Mayhem] Between green leafs and a Dutch, dog, and pass it around You can talk tough, as you want and get clapped to the ground Til the cops come around and find a round in your face We chilling on the block laughing with the tech in my waist Your flow's lame, your crew's softer than corner store news You barking loud at the spit, but you roll with your crew So welcome to the barrel of rugers, see what it do to ya Clear face, pushed in a roll of holes like a souveneir Slow ya roll, new jack nigga, you new to this Stick game, guaranteed to uppercut ya girl uterus Speaking lyrics now got this language all fluent Niggas is getting mad cuz they girl is grilling me Put the pump in his face and make his hands touch the ceiling, B We gangbanging ya dame, and it's on purpose Front on Mayhem if you want and get stomped in the service I'm spitting so hot, even the letters is burning, yes
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[Hell Razah] What you know about that sticky green cactus? My team be, classic, get money on some rock star status shit I leave your face like a Billy Jean Jacket With spitting six, niggas used to snatch Lee patches off New Jacks, take notes, take classes Daddy get the graveyard raps on his taxes, son More money, more hate, more ratchets My gun'll make him holler like a Scream 3 actress It's worldwide bankta shit, I burn you Your crew, and whatever else lames you get I be a one man military, play dead like Makaveli They build my hood up in a cemetary Ready for the best of the worst, I ain't Blueprint 2 But I've been through The Gift and the Curse God forbid when I'm kicking a verse, cuz your label gon' Spend your royalties on getting a herse, fuck it though...
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[Stash] I'm that young nigga, doo-rag, hanging from my pocket Watch it, cuz I'm stealing earrings and watches I'm one of a kind, hop out with the trey-nine And dump some in your spine You out of your mind, my niggas on some thugging shit I'm too hot, for you to see me, you need oven mitts This rap stuff, I love it, you can get Your money and bet it, and watch you lose all of it Ya'll niggas ate, my niggas never hate Ya'll gay, so it's time I set the record straight Look at my wrist, you see I got better cake Go with my nigga Rob, if ya'll want a better wake I'm on the nicest rock, when the blackout hit I use my wrist to light the house Uh, we got four chicks in the range, if I'm broke You gon' see my five fingers on your chains
[Chorus 2X]
[Mayhem] Between green leafs and a Dutch, dog, and pass it around You can talk tough, as you want and get clapped to the ground Til the cops come around and find a round in your face We chilling on the block laughing with the tech in my waist Your flow's lame, your crew's softer than corner store news You barking loud at the spit, but you roll with your crew So welcome to the barrel of rugers, see what it do to ya Clear face, pushed in a roll of holes like a souveneir Slow ya roll, new jack nigga, you new to this Stick game, guaranteed to uppercut ya girl uterus Speaking lyrics now got this language all fluent Niggas is getting mad cuz they girl is grilling me Put the pump in his face and make his hands touch the ceiling, B We gangbanging ya dame, and it's on purpose Front on Mayhem if you want and get stomped in the service I'm spitting so hot, even the letters is burning, yes
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[Hell Razah] What you know about that sticky green cactus? My team be, classic, get money on some rock star status shit I leave your face like a Billy Jean Jacket With spitting six, niggas used to snatch Lee patches off New Jacks, take notes, take classes Daddy get the graveyard raps on his taxes, son More money, more hate, more ratchets My gun'll make him holler like a Scream 3 actress It's worldwide bankta shit, I burn you Your crew, and whatever else lames you get I be a one man military, play dead like Makaveli They build my hood up in a cemetary Ready for the best of the worst, I ain't Blueprint 2 But I've been through The Gift and the Curse God forbid when I'm kicking a verse, cuz your label gon' Spend your royalties on getting a herse, fuck it though...
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