| We run the city
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| Today’s agenda, got the suitcase up in the Sentra
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| Go to room 112, tell 'em Blanco sent ya
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| Feel the strangest, if no money exchanges
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| I got these kids in Ranges, to leave them niggas brainless
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| All they tote is stainless, you just remain as
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| Calm as possible, make the deal go through
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| If not, here’s 12 shots, we know how you do
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| Please make yo' killings clean,
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| slugs up in between
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| They eyes, like «True Lies,» kill 'em and flee the scene
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| Just bring back the coke or the cream
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| Or else, your life is on the shelf, we mean this Frank
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| Them cats we fuckin with put bombs in your mom’s gas tank
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| Let’s get this money baby, they shady, we get shady
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| Dress up like ladies and burn 'em with dirty 380's
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| Then they come to kill our babies, that’s all out
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| I got gats that blow the wall out, clear the mall out
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| Fuck the fallout, word to Stretch, I bet they pussy
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| The seven digits push me, fuckin real, here’s the deal
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| I got a hundred bricks, fourteen-five apiece (uh-huh)
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| Enough to cop a six; |
| buy the house on the beach (uh-huh)
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| Supply the peeps with Jeeps, brick apiece, capiche?
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| Everybody gettin cream no one considered them leech
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| Think about it now that’s damn near one-point-five
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| I kill 'em all I’ll be set for life
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| Frank pay attention
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| These motherfuckers is henchmen, renegades
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| If you die they still get paid, extra probably
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| Fuck a robbery, I’m the boss
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| Promise you won’t rob 'em
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| I promise
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| But of course you know I had my fingers crossed
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| Niggas got to die, if I go they got to go
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| Niggas got to die, let a hundred shots float
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| Niggas got to die, cause it’s all up in the scrolls
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| Catch a body on the bridge, three bricks, live kid
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| … if I go they got to go
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| Niggas got to die, let a hundred shots float
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| Niggas got to die, cause it’s all up in the scrolls
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| Catch a body on the bridge, three bricks, live kid
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| We up in the lab, two Spanish, one Arab lady
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| Layin on the bed, lookin like a drag
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| Had the pillow cuffed,
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| lookin at me and Frank
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| , her grill was rough
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| Who woulda ever think she’d rather do us up
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| But that’s the business, back to the sitch
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| On these Puerto Rican kids with pistols
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| Doin sign language is twitchin noses
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| Ask 'em where the money at, yo where the coke at papi?
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| We can do this all day, yo y’all both whack
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| They pulled out, one of my dunn soldiers was wombed out
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| They snuck up on him, put the tool up in his mouth
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| Walked them up in crib, big move, but they grabbed the kid
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| Had the shotty on my beehive, my wig
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| And yo they took me to the bathroom, started up the chainsaw yo
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| You gon' talk or see your brains on the floor
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| That’s when 6 to 7 masked men, came in blastin yo
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| All I heard was Frank, «Lexi get the raw!»
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| Niggas got to die, if I go they got to go
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| Niggas got to die, let a hundred shots float
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| Niggas got to die, cause it’s all up in the scrolls
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| Catch a body on the bridge, three bricks, live kid
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| If I go they got to go
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| Niggas got to die, let a hundred shots float
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| Niggas got to die, cause it’s all up in the scrolls
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| Catch a body on the bridge, three bricks, live kid
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| Bleed just like us
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| , believe my pipe bust
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| If he holdin the right amount of cheese I might rush the spot
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| Up early in the mornin,
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| kick the door in, wave the 4 an'
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| (fuck) the brawlin, cause Tony for the stallin
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| And all I see is dollar signs, here’s the bottom line either
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| Give up the product or get shot up with a brolic 9
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| Invest figures to address (niggas)
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| Workin out, all I curl is my index finger
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| Got a safe that hold more notes than Cortex singers
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| My work is move trays, serve 'em up like gourmet dinners
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| When it comes to cuttin that (coke), who got the best trimmers
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| Edward Scissorhands them grams,
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| (niggas) respect winners
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| I got them big spenders comin through, hourly
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| Competition, we knock 'em out the box, powerfully
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| Still drop a ill verse, on the D.I., me
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| You might be gone, but the legacy is B.I.G., nigga
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| Uh-huh
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| Yo I think they tryin to do somethin man
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| I don’t know what it is but we gon' go in there handle this business man
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| Straight up, y’knahmean?
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| It’s goin down…
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| Let’s go handle this man… |