| Nigga what cha money like I keek doe E ho
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| Spice the track up like a do bo Sasone a freethrow
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| My hitman Janito
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| He don’t speek no english lingo
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| and he fresh off the plane from Puerto Rico
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| Find a nigga and kill em’s the only thing that he know
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| He’ll ring ya doorbell and pop you right through the peephole
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| Far as this key go
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| It’s gon' get stepped on, cooked up, broke down
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| Probablly get distributed in yo town
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| Block got me grindin', watch keepin me bright
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| nigga why Im a knock ya hustle if mine treatin' me right
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| And a nigga too busy to get in some beef with a loser
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| Keep my bitch up out the bed just to sleep wit my ruger
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| 'cause if I finger fuck my gun and play wit her trigger
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| She ain’t gon' scream I don’t feel like it today on a nigga
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| Im sayin my nigga
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| This is real facts, real truth
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| I will shoot you to go rap about it in a real booth
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| Spit and pop heron, liquid crack
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| park the siz next to ya five and tell you get wit that
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| 380's ain’t gon' do it fam switch to macks
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| Before you talk shit or even think startin' up a war
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| Plush condo in my bedroom, mink carpet on the floor
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| Two spanish bitches runnin' 'round reckless and butt naked
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| If you a ladies man I’ll bury you wit cha chick
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| If you a true hustler I’ll bury you wit a brick
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| See the streets is watchin', more money more haters
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| Fuck em' all keep flosin', more linen, more gators
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| I rap now, still hit the block for a buck
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| A thousand channels sattelite on top of the truck what’s really good nigga |