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All these tribes hoard breads and wines
These climates transform men to swine
All these hives hide knives and lead
These
when the pac ends,
You never mix bizness with new friends
All black Benz you can call it pac man

25 10 9 and a 4 5 on me
I don't need no coley do
of tomahawkes
Giving middle fingers to the pigeons doing somersaults
Road runners don't fall off cliffs, they run across
Anomalies by the colonies flukes by
Physically they just give up
We priced the healthy food so high
They can only buy soda pop

A house broken bee colony
That goes home after 5
Too burnt
the mix (ah yeah)
3 AM now he buyin me drinks (what you drinkin on?)
4 AM exit the club (let's go)
5 AM think he gettin some butt (that's right)
6 AM
bubble gum weed and yell "Geronimo"
All my analog thugs and my digital thugs
For my people that be rowdy wit weed in the clubs
For my knives and four
"Geronimo"
All my analog thugs and my digital thugs
For my people that be rowdy wit weed in the clubs
For my knives and four fifths, Bloods and Crips
For my
[Verse 1:]
Yeah I caught you peekin'by the corner of my eye. 
Me I'm never sleepin' bet you think I'm fly. I'm tryin' to take
A girl home tonight
the mix (ah yeah)
3 AM now he buyin me drinks (what you drinkin on?)
4 AM exit the club (let's go)
5 AM think he gettin some butt (that's right)
6 AM
spit
Speak my own slang-uage
Still I am the real-iest
Surrounded by Ciroc but your boy sipping Hennesey
Loves is a hospital and I was born in V
Jurrasic 5 Together
Hey yo my quality control, captivates your party patrol
Your mind, body, and soul

For whom the bell tolls, let the rhythm
no abortion, had a son
By the name of Seven
And he's five
By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six
You do the arithmetic
Me do the language
a pussy ass nigga, you don't belong with no bricks
I pop pills, I feel good, I mix patron with the shit

In the club goin' hard, Niggas know I got them
5 baby mothers
1 live on my block
Shinin' in the club
Chickens showin' love
Cash bubblin' from pimpin' and drugs
He a real pretty cat
He get
don't want it)
Gettin' money worldwide we provide them up front (u don't want it)
All you women in the club we know what you want (u don't want it)
Buzz increased until it became a bang 
Jet planes in the building bitch we do our thang 
? on my fire red fives
Walk in the club with gangstas who
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?) 
And if you walk by nigga, I'ma knock fire nigga 
from yo' ass, you can come try nigga (HEY!) 
In the hood, all
in the club tryin to duck us (WHAT?) 

And if you walk by n****, I'ma knock fire n**** 
from yo' a**, you can come try n**** (HEY!) 
In the hood,
curfew cause I gave a shit
I carried guns and butcher knives cause I was steadily in the mix, yeah
It was so hard to say goodbye, I'm a man now
I'm
And it's stinking up the whole house ay
I been mix matchin' designers ay
I get a hundred dollar line up ay
I bought the plasma for the weekend ay
You
Witness the most potest' ferocious niggas that rhyme
These bitches turn they back on you, actin' like they ain't did shit
When you rappin' never mix
green 
For every fiend equals money like ching ching 
My dream, know what I'm saying, got to get the cream or triple beam 
By it for 15/5 and I sell it
'cause I gave a s***
I carried guns and butcher knives 'cause I was steadily in the mix, yeah

It was so hard to say goodbye, I'm a man now
I'm
Got weed in the jars with vanilla cigars
On the strip, eyeballin' the chicks, holdin' the mix
Blast off of my shit, vibratin' the whip
[Chorus:
stock broke
So we ain't trippin' puttin' knives to throats
Buckin the clip at the 5and 0 ,allow smoke
Dosha go straight to my lungs I see WHOMP WHOMP