| It’s got to be grand, nigga, it’s got to be the hustle, nigga
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| It’s got to be the muscle, nigga
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| Who else they gonna goddamn call to talk this shit, nigga?
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| You already know who run them goddamn bricks down
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| Fo' real nigga, all that flexin' ain’t 'bout nothin', nigga
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| This Mac Boney, nigga, cocaine champion, nigga
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| Ya already know
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| I’m talkin' cocaine heaven, cocaine Chevy
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| A bad ass brick cookin' bitch named Betty
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| I’m talkin' dope game ready, pot game ready
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| Talkin' block game ready, Glock game ready
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| I’m talkin' cocaine heaven, cocaine Chevy
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| A bad ass brick cookin' bitch named Betty
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| I’m talkin' dope game ready, pot game ready
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| Talkin' block game ready, Glock game ready
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| Get your pots out, I got some new dope for ya
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| They say the rap game dead, I got some hope for ya
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| Who said the work slow? |
| I’ll bring the boat for ya
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| A big ass rifle, two of your partners gotta tote for ya
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| Stay on this live shit, the worm that the bird chase
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| Slide through the hole, call me clean get away
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| I’m real and it shows, nigga, ain’t anotha way
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| But sell these 30 o’s, I’ll die another day
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| My bitch stay on them toes, she send the bullets right away
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| I feel it my soul, and I ain’t sold a block today
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| I keep a bank roll, so I ain’t gotta make a play
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| I take it to them hoes and let them niggas see my face
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| This is how it goes, this is pure this is oil based
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| This is what you owe, give me meat, keep the business straight
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| I ball a ounce, 10 grams I demonstrate
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| Take ya pound money, why you think they call me gutta, nig?
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| I’m talkin' cocaine heaven, cocaine Chevy
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| A bad ass brick cookin' bitch named Betty
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| I’m talkin' dope game ready, pot game ready
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| Talkin' block game ready, Glock game ready
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| I’m talkin' cocaine heaven, cocaine Chevy
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| A bad ass brick cookin' bitch named Betty
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| I’m talkin' dope game ready, pot game ready
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| Talkin' block game ready, Glock game ready
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| Cocaine bought a nigga everything
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| That’s why you can find me ridin' heavy, mayne
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| Choppa half down, put it in the microwave
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| Let my bitch do it, she’ll hard a nigga right away
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| Million dollar trap house, trap star, that be me
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| I control the streets, I could show you how to tame the beasts
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| And beat up the block like an 808 in the beat
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| I’m the heart and the soul when it comes to movin' D
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| Treat it like some pussy when you run it through 100 ki’s
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| Everything is digital, no mo' triple Beams
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| Class of '96, dope boys yeah, that’s evidence
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| Up for the battery acid, just to drain the evidence
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| Just in case a rookie cop run up in my residence
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| I’ll tell the young prick go and stick yo hand in it
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| Naked hoes, Glocks, AK’s, and a ski mask
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| It’s Kuntry Kane, bottom line I’m out to get that cash
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| I’m talkin' cocaine heaven, cocaine Chevy
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| A bad ass brick cookin' bitch named Betty
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| I’m talkin' dope game ready, pot game ready
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| Talkin' block game ready, Glock game ready
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| I’m talkin' cocaine heaven, cocaine Chevy
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| A bad ass brick cookin' bitch named Betty
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| I’m talkin' dope game ready, pot game ready
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| Talkin' block game ready, Glock game ready
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| I’m in the all white caravan, similar to the postal man
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| The Eagle on the side, except my Eagle in my lap man
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| I’m on the slab with all the plans of takin' over foreign lands
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| With plenty crack and plenty straps, how it feels to be the man
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| I cooked it up and put it down, served the heart to hook the town
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| Now everybody callin' me 'cause I supply the hardest rounds
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| So shop with me or I’ll lay ya down, I want it all 'cause I’m a hound
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| Break me off or take a loss or find your ass in lost and found
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| Praise a chop, raise a chop, I love breakin' down the dope
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| Put it in a bad make it look more than you paid for
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| Finally came up, rich drugs, big plugs
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| Spit hollow tip slugs and the trigger fit snug
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| Buy from me or kick ducks 'cause the dope gonna sell it self
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| And I, good enough to play hard and invest the rest
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| Powder white, double S, yes, with the dual set
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| AC gonna make the game look like no sweat
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| I’m talkin' cocaine heaven, cocaine Chevy
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| A bad ass brick cookin' bitch named Betty
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| I’m talkin' dope game ready, pot game ready
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| Talkin' block game ready, Glock game ready
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| I’m talkin' cocaine heaven, cocaine Chevy
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| A bad ass brick cookin' bitch named Betty
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| I’m talkin' dope game ready, pot game ready
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| Talkin' block game ready, Glock game ready |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 25 to Life (Without Sample) , by - P$C. Song from the album 25 To Life, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп