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Zero settle down
Put your helmet on
Walk the streets of gold
With cigarettes you hand-rolled
I don't know you
And I don't owe you
A damn

But
Braun!


Gather 'round while I sing you of Wernher von Braun,
A man whose allegiance
Is ruled by expedience.
Call him a Nazi, he won't even frown,
gotta get up, get out and get your own man
See, I don't owe you and you don't owe me
It's 1999 I'm the OG
Respect your G'z is what my homies told me
What's up with that money you owe me?

(Aww man
Listen Hey Listen Bro
Ya know Imma keep it real 100% real wit ya my dude
I dropped my phone then I lost
What's up with that money you owe me?

(Aww man
Listen Hey Listen Bro
Ya know Imma keep it real 100% real wit ya my dude
I dropped my phone then I lost
before "buy the car, by the house", "diamondsNyaface"
Now they see me in the streets I want to do a song
Nigga yous a hoe go back to yo home!
'Cause you
the tweeters posted up by
The tray, like gangstas with the heaters
Gangbangin is my shit nigga
Is you still gon be my homie if I get a little bigger
Fuck
The Golden Child chop that ass up, you was holding out
Let the streets be the court and corners hold the trial
Fatal not fictitious
I rock the cable
the subs and 15's for the tweeters posted up by 
The tray, like gangstas with the heaters 
Gangbangin is my shit nigga 
Is you still gon' be my homie if I
Nigga you young
No one does it better
No one throws a eastside party like we do
Nobody, no one does it better
No one throws a eastside party like we
on that ass come and test me bitch
You don't know who the fuck you're steppin' to my nigga row
I'll bust a cap and leave that ass dead by the do'
My
smokin' indo
Cluckers owe me money what the fuck should I grin for?
187 proof
187 pure
187 up on that ass if you touch the door
Of my f-fly blue drop
Child chop that a** up, you was holdin out
Let the streets be the court - and corners hold the trial
Fatal not fictitious
I rock the cable 86 ??,
sweet, think you get money across the street
Me and my peeps often meet
At 5-0 they work for us, walk the beef 
Walk with heat cause talk is cheap
So
ya'll by my records
Them same ones that be talkin' 'bout I'm dirty
Be buyin' my s*** and hidin' it

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim] 
Why all di dutty n**** dem
ya'll by my records
Them same ones that be talkin' 'bout I'm dirty
Be buyin' my shit and hidin' it

Why all di dutty nigga them sit around and judge
handlin'
It's a lot of money in the streets I got my hands in
Take food out my kid mouth, nigga, you gambling
With your life against niggas used
up, get on the one way 'cause more Sundays hotter than Monday
Often gettin' trailed by cops, gotta get away by hittin them blocks
Got my glock, never
up, get on the one way 'cause more Sundays hotter than Monday
Often gettin' trailed by cops, gotta get away by hittin them blocks
Got my glock, never
askin' the Lord, why ain't I home
Regardless of what I was on, I know you the king
Tell Satan I don't owe him a thing
Slingin' them O's, and now he got