I walks over to your bitch and asks her 'Who's is this?' Me, got they miss, I done, caught they wristĪnd they be thinkin' you cockblockin' 'cause you gave her a kiss Half the time I'm in the club, half the niggas gettin' pissed Well, hell, not a shit starter but I be startin' some shit I got the face too damn chunky, 'cause it still read 'Twelve'

I hit the jewelry store at noon, slight case of the chills I'm smokin' twenty inches of Parelli, wha, up off the wheel Energizer, forever ready to make a mil'įuck that Cris', let it spill, I hit the gas, and make it peel

I'm like the battery, I come through every door on a cell If I'm lyin', bad mouth, slap then crush meĬus me, suplex lamb, grab the nine and bust me Only real niggas ride and smoke, patna trust me We fill, the fattest wad a hun'neds you ever saw out Take my chain off to thaw out, battle four out Navigational system behind the ten, duckin' the public Salute the rugged, flip screen, you gotta love it

I need not speak on that, I speak on ZackĪnd how he better fix my shit or give my eight G's back You hear me four, five blocks before you see me, that's the knock Whole hood like 'Oh', freakin' 'em out they mindĭ's with diamonds on 'em, jackers, I know they want 'em No picture me rollin', Optimo, glocka four-fourįour-do' Range Rov', mink with matchin' Kangol So wrap some mo' and hop in the Range with me You niggas can't hang with me, or pop the pain with me I got that thang with me, plus I Puff like Diddy You gon' make me go back into my days of U-City Lookin' like angry mad, face mad, teeth gritty I'm a playa dirty, no passion marks, no hickiesĬats make me sick when I roll through y'all city I wake up with two dimes, both named Nikki Smoke backyard or sticky, my man, watch me get busy I reply quickly, bottle of Andres or Crissy I slang thangs, make bread, easy like Jiffy Kyjuan's a preppy hippy, cross the bridgy of Mississippi

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