Handgun on the hip you know I got the AR

High profile from the hood on the radar

You ridin over here, I dont know if they are

I still cant believe a record company can pay y'all

I aint gotta tell you whats good you should cop this

Hospital beds, gernies wood boxes

Top chefs, great attorneys, good doctors

Movies that were made on the block got Hood Oscars

Yea, im gettin mine on the back end

Unwrap em' weigh em' and put em' back in

Yup, cause even the best die,

Break a few of em down but im lettin the rest fly

Goin thru changes, but they are not dangerous

Get dope money but speakin cocaine game language

Explain this, either you soft or a criminal

The murder rate got the hate on subliminal

Always raspy till the day they blast me

Im project elevator hallway nasty
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He don do half he need all his cash be

Put a nigga in the casket off cast be

Im all in the Daily News checkin out Jeter

Two Pits off the leash Quadna then Benita

And you keep lyin thats why its hard to believe ya

Gon need a free safety to guard the reciever

Now, when you dealin with a clown

Only pay your respect before they put him in the ground

When the birds land nigga guess who put em in the town

So the pitchers is out, guess who put em on the mound

3 button purple label go wit the cargo

A African American version of Pablo

Niggas still hatin they can kiss my ass

Get a hard on when I count that cash

Still hatin they can kiss my ass [x2]







[Thanks to Marv for these lyrics]

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