| Initiated, gang related a zig-zag litted
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| Straight homicider when I’m sick with it I tank, feels the pain, pistols aim
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| Hands trimbling, cause I’m caught in the mix of the game
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| See I’m needing this nigga that got those
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| Mo’Chicken’s to Roscoe’s, plus a direct with the Delgatos
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| Throw a tree, 14−9 a ki, and if I double that
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| Then I can get 28 off me Now the clue to the tax, I’m slapping on the amount
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| Breaking em down, letting the lil homies circle mouths for ounce
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| Gram for gram, touching all the fiends
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| Why not nigga, ain’t that the american dream
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| Have money, fuck hoes, cut low-lows
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| Blow dope dough, and nigga fuck mo’hoes
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| Hey what can I say, it’s the american way
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| I’m jacking for mill-i-ons, I’m loved from y’all to the Indians
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| From Columbus to the one time, they all corrupt
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| And they got Bush in office so nigga we all fucked
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| Look, I gotta eat, so nigga fuck being nice
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| Shiiit, I’m trying to ball like Reverand Pryce
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| Call my nigga Gangsta (what's happenin)
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| What’s cracking nigga, where you at
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| I’m on deck in the Midwest, with some ghetto stars
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| In a suite with one of the homies in a rent-a-car
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| Fuck with me, we can all get blunted and fin hundred
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| Spoke sling-shots, and fitty cabs with ends on it See, three or four hund, and a four month run
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| I got your back you got mine, till the deal get done
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| Let’s make a deal, time to take a trip (Quanto Questro)
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| Let’s take a trip (what they going for)
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| I got fifty in your hand when you land, so get here
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| Stop and drop, you won’t have to sit here
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| Niggas is lined up, so keep mine tough
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| Back and fourth in freight-line trucks
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| 14−9, gotta X out the middle man
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| Find out how much they’ll charge us to get him here
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| Check six-hund and a six month run
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| Any nigga try to trip, whole shit get spun
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| Ain’t nothing to it, but to do it (baby)
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| Staking paper to the ceiling like the (eighties)
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| Ask Anesto, Quanto Qeusto
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| Tell him that we got a hundred thous in a Benz or the Lexo
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| La la la la la la la la
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| I’m about to catch me a homicide
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| Ah naw Dub, we done cracked him fo sho glove
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| We gone build up our trust, till they trust us with mo’drugs
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| Then, they gone wish they never knew us Have em saying hathe pinche miatay, screw us We called Anesto, at Texaco
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| Set up a meeting at Taco Mexico |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lets Make A Deal , by - WC. Song from the album Ghetto Heisman, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп