| I could’ve did it like West Coast and all that
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| This won’t be seen on your VMA’s
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| Real nigga hustle in my DNA
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| Fly nigga, number three MJ’s
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| And I drop the top, nigga
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| Let 'em see the waves!
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| Check my rear view, speed away
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| Seats are sway, I keep a bay (I Keep a dime!)
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| Matters fact,
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| I hope that you wore ya ski’s today
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| Cause we sellin' snowballs called keys and yay
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| And this the type of life they try to keep away
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| With due respect bow your head so we could pray (A salam)
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| Seven hail marys like a priest would say
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| Then drop a bomb on your block maintain geez a day
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| You better duck when the heaters spray
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| Word to the mother, cause you’ll never get to see the stray
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| I thought I’d never get to see the day
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| And this the type of life I get the breath and say!
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| So who blood and who bluffing?
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| And I ain’t acting, so it really ain’t nothing (at all)
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| Get you held captive, niggas just bustin
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| You need more than pro active if these bullets do touch em
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| I’ve could’ve did LA and tossed it upwith the big shots
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| You know pull the roaster up with the wig popped (for real)
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| Still loaded up I’ll get your wig popped
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| Bitches lose focus when the kid let the lid drop
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| A hundred forty cool, thirty for the cane
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| And use the shit so I dropped it on the chain
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| Don’t mind me, just some shit on my brain
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| She on stage toss it up like fingers when they bang
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| And like if we get pulled over
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| Is she gonna cry that it’s all over
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| Burn money in this bitch to the mall close up
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| Hit-wonder call the next one over
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| Ooooohhhhhhhhhh (#VAMPIRELIFE) |