Nigga what cha money like I keek doe E ho Spice the track up like a do bo Sasone a freethrow My hitman Janito He don't speek no english lingo and he fresh off the plane from Puerto Rico Find a nigga and kill em's the only thing that he know He'll ring ya doorbell and pop you right through the peephole Far as this key go It's gon' get stepped on, cooked up, broke down Probablly get distributed in yo town Block got me grindin', watch keepin me bright nigga why Im a knock ya hustle if mine treatin' me right And a nigga too busy to get in some beef with a loser Keep my bitch up out the bed just to sleep wit my ruger Cuz if I finger fuck my gun and play wit her trigger She ain't gon' scream I don't feel like it today on a nigga Im sayin my nigga This is real facts, real truth I will shoot you to go rap about it in a real booth Spit and pop heron, liquid crack park the siz next to ya five and tell you get wit that 380's ain't gon' do it fam switch to macks Before you talk shit or even think startin' up a war Plush condo in my bedroom, mink carpet on the floor Two spanish bitches runnin' 'round reckless and butt naked If you a ladies man I'll bury you wit cha chick If you a true hustler I'll bury you wit a brick See the streets is watchin', more money more haters Fuck em' all keep flosin', more linen, more gators I rap now, still hit the block for a buck A thousand channels sattelite on top of the truck what's really good nigga
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