| I make kilos finito
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| In my hood I’m deebo
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| In new york I’m on 1, 4 5th
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| With 10 khakis throwin ceelo ask niggas
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| It’s all about that cash niggas
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| Use the benjimans to wipe my ass shit
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| The guns I blast
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| The bricks wrapped in plastic
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| Call it a felony, jayo pass the desert eagle niggas
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| Is talkin we haulk em out line chalk em out
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| Keep on walkin like nothin happen
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| Over rappin u a dead fuck
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| All they seen is 2 niggas runnin in blue and red chucks
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| Gun smokin till the chrome go cold
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| One blood one loc inside of the 6'4
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| I kill MCs like real MCs
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| Watch him go from platinum
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| To go like my D’s bitch please get yo ass laid flat
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| Niggas tryin to be the king but the ace is back
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| So unforgettable so unfuck wittable It’s Pitiful
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| And do that to em put him in critical
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| Blowing up shit like he air time mad at these niggas
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| Never be shit bishop you don’t even matter
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| It get intense don’t it?
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| It make some sense won’t it
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| Shit if I’m sayin it it gotta make some sense I’m on it
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| Understand it we goin back like a sam sandwich
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| All that sugar water man I mange just look
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| See I’m immune to you you can’t affect my system
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| I bring doom to you, boy you just another victim
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| I keep the upper hand killer the advantage is mine
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| You gonna need a wax job nigga when I damage ya shine
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| I’m like starbucks I get em a media boost
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| If ya disappear it will (?) loose canon whose standin bitch
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| I’m like 2Pac you knowin that I get around
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| Ask money b
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| Let me get em, business as usual against all odds |