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pluck holes in n****z like donuts
And still down to die for all my souljas
Like hillbillies, they don't fear me
So refuse bringin war to the city
With
shirt
Better tell them I ain't playin'
Because it's all fun and games
Until somebody get hurt

[Bridge:]
Ain't a damn thing change
I still keep
Me 'n Weezy like a mouthful of hot peppers
Black Ferrari with the red seats
I call it playin checkers
I'm never doing verses
I'm forever giving
and you'll wind up broke
B**** n****s don't deserve to kick it
With rich n****s, n**** we seven figure n****s
And we bigger than the biggest hip hop, n
doors
But look here dog, a hoe once told me loc
Bite the hand that feeds you, and you'll wind up broke
B**** n****s don't deserve to kick it with rich
[Verse 1] Welcome to the land of misery Where my delivery strikes with madness Hearts explode from a touch of the 44 blastin (Party) By the killas
was a helluva fun'ral, I say one helluva fun'ral
No other burial could compare;
It was all done up deluxe 'n' I made forty thousand bucks,
It really
a tourin nigga, six-foot-eight floss nigga

who carries champagne in the club with Coogi sweaters
Borin nigga, no game havin
Less rap skill, N.B.A. nigga
Talkin' like that'll have 'em all scared
Don't come to me with no petition
Fool, come to me with ammunition

'Cause the bang, bang, buck, buck,
Boom,
on a n****, and f*** his a** up
And you can walk on by with yo nuts in a tub
I'll beat yo block if you really won't get crunk

In the A we don't play them
on a n****, and f*** his a** up
And you can walk on by with yo nuts in a tub
I'll beat yo block if you really won't get crunk

In the A we don't play them
my life as a ghetto star)
Mutherf***in' playas (and these fake a** n****s)
Living life as a ghetto star
N****s with two strikes that don't wanna see
mangle it tangle it
Definitely let people see that I got the hang of it
Pig you gotta try to make a mocery of a city
Who 
Pock em n' pock em buck
Time to get prolific with the whiz kid

Greenbacks in stacks, don't even ask
Who got the fat sacks? We can max pumpin' fat tracks
Exchangin facts about
the project hallway
N**** try to hit a hustle, they get burnt with a K
Hot Boys and Big Tymers - they surely don't play

We hustle hustle everyday, all day
The only way to change me is maybe blow my brains out
Stuck in the middle of the game to get the pain out
Pray to my God everyday but he don
and a half it come back in nine dont it?
Now stay low key when the money keep comin'
Keep some n****s on your team, show them suckas they don't want it
By
nationwide with the buck buck
So where you at where you at
I'm strapped and ready ta snap n yank a nigga's neck back
Puttin em Koolaid hats
In ta
years 

Sell a lotta records 'n' tour 'round the world,
Make a lotta money 'n' meet lotsa' girls
Have a lot of fun and hang with my bro's
'Cause
on lock down you know how we flow
Don't worry about Brooklyn I continue to flame
Therefore a world with amnesia won't forget your name
You held it down
love with her, I just wanna be the one to hit her
Drop off and let the next n**** get her
That's the way it goes, it's time to shake a hoe, make
n**** with the tech, holdin the spot down
Except I'm pushin a Lex, lettin the top down

But wait, you don't think I live a pop life now
That's hate,
by they tongues when I sung


Play a game, press your luck, punk
I don't give a fuck punk

If the butcher knife don't cut

Then I buck, buck, buck
ROOM
Must be a full moon, here comes a tune
Bullets fly by your head zoom zoom zoom
(A to the K to the 4 to the 7
 Little devils don't go to heaven!
Vagina
Finda notha crew of n****s that can f*** with this
Lyrical bully given verbal bruises to crews fool
You must be on dick dope and dynamite
How