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Dont let them foolya
We just come to school ya
Glory Glory haleloya
No red against no blue
You know you know
Now you livin that fast track
Chasin that ass crack
I be making my money fucking with the Jones and Nasdaq
We be blowin on fat sacks
And cacthing amnesia with these heaters
Making beleivers out of haters and cheaters
You know that violence interupts my dope trade
I just do the herb no cocaine
Dont be afraid boy
To be all about your bread boy
But wacth the devil cuase the devil hes decoy
Destroy all the hate in your veins
Count your change and rearrange
Them games is played out man
Them dirty macks they to stop me but Im a player profit
I get the dope cook it up and rechop it
Smoking smelly
Put a hole in your belly
You want to test us oh really
Got a call on my celley
They want to bury us
You fucking haters sound halerious
The I turn the brave into the sariest
Smoke water and get wetter than aquarious
Thuggish Ruggish million dollar budgets
I chop a bird and cook 36 chicken nuggets
My future is clear just like a shot of vodka
I got love from Corrpitos to Uganda
If you jelous listen up fellas
Its no problem to show you where hell is
While some niggas is stickin with ya
Your murder is being choreographed
Soldiers never sleep I got your back in the aftermath
After the last laugh
When the mutherfuckers smoke clears
Niggas broke hear
Choking hanging like chandliers
I bust at the man in the mirror
Making my face crack
Replace that Rasheed dope house killa
Keep it coming back or running back
With a ball and chain in my hand
Aint no substain
The man with the vision of the galexy span
Respect that
Its the million dollar wetback
In jet black
You cross my line and get your head cracked
Yea yea ya tu sabes qien soy
Dont sweat me boy
Ya tu sabes donde estoy
Im on the Hunt G
The only street with the palm trees
Its Low G
I only rap about whats done g
You cant stop me
Came to your city on a donkey
The slavea Im bringing back the wet flava
Hes on crack
Shes on snow
Hes so old he cant fuck no mo
Shes a whore hes a snicth
Most of my niggas dying over a bicth
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