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Waiting on an elevator, in a hotel out in California
Smog clouds up in the windows, but there is a plaque up on the wall
That tells of the Agoras,
the money the money the cake

You heard banks said so I know I got the mag
I pull up pull out spray hollows at your back
I don't give a fuck
It's going
the money, the money
The money, the money, the cake

You heard Banks said so I know I got the mack
I pull up, pull out spray hollows at your back
I don't
Mort, red as your way out,
Red abort, red as pleasure, traitor, red flavor, red as walls,
Smog, red silos, red stone, red sheets, read Keats, red sunset,
make a movie out ?em

Nigga, my gun go off
You see the barrell turnin', you feel the hollows burnin'
Nigga, now you learnin', nigga, my gun go off
Call
"Squeak you da man"
Stepped out the smog in 1996
[Jacked ?] a nigga for the west, now I'm tryna sold this bitch
And I'ma stay down for life
Bitch gotta
[Chorus]
Nigga, my gun go off

You see the barrell turnin'
You feel the hollows burnin'
Nigga now you learnin'
Nigga, my gun go off

Call it
to steal it
So I had to reveal it , through provin' their eye
Am I startin' (chinin') fly
N by just blinkin' my eye
In a flash I flush out the face,
myself to nobody

The swag non-stop, the paper won't quit
Yet it's fly nigga, how she wanna skate on my dick
The all black drapes, hollow wall full
have 'em big, by the line-you clip 'em one at a time
You do this shit by the month, I switch 'em up by the blunt

So don't be stuntin', respect that
The deeds was tipped off by the informants
Light a big splif from the balcony, this is alchemy
I'm high, I'm out there where the falcon be
Posers like
And you're probably addicted to all types of escape
You take it out on me that you're all alone
When you know you got your own closet full of hollow bones
have 'em big, by the line-you clip 'em one at a time
You do this shit by the month, I switch 'em up by the blunt

So don't be stuntin', respect that
of cheat talk
Be prepared to change your tune by the time my heat spark

After dark get your crew for me is a cake walk
And I love rap records with lots
and sausa
Commanded by the colonel p, don't like it we lost ya

[big ed]
Chorus

Nigga I say shit like dips quick to empty out clips
Big ed and steady mobbin
crawlin' out of a hole in Iraq
Try to topple my regime
You end up in need of a scalpel to your spleen
Is there a medic on the scene?
Easy children,
Rollin down the interstate doin bout ninety
The car so smoked out this shit is about to blind me
Gotta crack the window and let loose the smog
While I'm
and a pistol by his side, uh-huh

Well he rode up to Miss Mousey's door, uh-huh
He rode up to Miss Mousey's door, uh-huh
He rode up to Miss Mousey's door
Gave
and a pistol by his side, uh-huh.

Well he rode right up to Miss Mousey's door, uh-huh
He rode right up to Miss Mousey's door, uh-huh
He rode right up
Good with math but I skipped it in school
Ankle to shop but I'm sick with them tools
Shit, that's why I'm kicked out of school
Fuck J's by da locker,
[50/50 Twin]
I penetrate eliminate, eat beef like dinner plate
Disintegrate cakes stem that hate, know I was fin to say
Roy Jones Jr. imitate, then
(damn)
Then b popped (damn) 
Then me rocked (what?)
Yeah, but we shooting back I'm pulling out the 4-5th
If I ain't get 'em yet, believe they name is
(DAMN), THEN be POPPED (DAMN), THEN ME ROCKED (WHAT?)
Yeah, but we shooting back I'm pulling out the 4-5th
If I ain't get 'em yet, believe they name is
and a pistol by his side
Uh, huh, uh, huh, uh, huh

He rode right up to Miss. Mousie's door, uh, huh
He rode right up to Miss. Mousie's door, uh, huh
He rode
You tell Barack I need a crib and estates
And cake niggas celebrate with you like an O chase
She stay hit yo crib just to get yo face up out my face