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Chorus: (d-roc)
be ballin g's we get buck
all ballin g's just get crunk
girls let me see you ride that d*ck
nigg* you got ice than rock that s**t
real they dont hide they s**t
we live and die for we ride wit
fk tha fame you can have that s**t
imma slang an husltin an try to break me a b*tch
Verse 1: (kaine)
I been many places
pimpin an playin
hustlin lyin an prayin
for that allmighty
I ride them twenty inch yokohamas
in this game nigg* I broke ya momma
smokin some-a
that tropical potent thunder
slangin d*ck knockin hoes down like lumber
chancin of u seein this nigg*, Stevie Wonder
the pope said he wanna come smoke leave ya number
(d-roc)
one of the realest you looked at trick
imma slang an hustle an try an break me a b*tch
soft as* dont bust like this
eightball fk up all yall when I spit
blows like snows in Ohio thats thick
catch this come up short like bushwick
trick we be known at the slap ridas click
we dont chase hoes an hate that ride d*ck
(Chorus)
Verse 2: (kaine)
w-w-w.m-j-g.com
give me the mic an ill give you songs
when the beats bumpin
give you something
for yo streo
an benz-o
chockin the fk off endo
then go
splurgin off something in some over sized excursins
livin with a b*tch you do nothin but blow herbs
when we tally hoe
daddy go
thats when my say boom boom crack boom boom
thats what the trigger say
(d-roc)
what I deliever
make you civil
like you was ???
break the skeleton outta mothafkas who sellin them
shoot legs shootin heads necks an chests first
physically hurtin me
but nigg* the stress hurts
I got a red shirt
spreadin over this bulls**t
sometimes I wanna put down this pen and pull this
firearm
how come you think ??? with my pistol and
think I got no killin utensils
(kaine)
pistol play
playin wit me a get ya kidnapped
evidence show im just a hustla that know how to rap
post up an im gone bleed yo block
make it hot til it burn like a nigg* sellin rocks
dd or one d nigg* what the fk
my room of 45's got my back in the cuts
??? join the club
I bust all day
just as long as a mothafka pay me what I weight
hate in my bloodstream
smoked out dreams
shoot raps through my vein like a nigg* was a fiend
I told yall we was hard from the start
keep enough s**t yo blow ya block apart
just to say I did that
you know who did that
that nigg* everybody know
he in the fat pack
moet if it was fly nigg* I said it
you might regret it if you wet it
and you need a medic
(Chorus)
(d-roc and kaine talkin)