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so long
Shit, I done mastered it
By any means
The more fiends, the more green I have
I just kick back
And watch them, go out and get tha cash
And then
hit this world a lot of us lost our minds
Foolz was selling everything in tha house down to the iron
After Scarface I wanted to be like Tony Montana
on tha highway, gangsta lean
One sixteen, full steam, 'know I mean?
B****es on my jock 'cause my flow is hot
An' they spot tha watch filled wit rocks
and it's no.
When you think it's sin, want to live by tha sword,
Gotta die, gash, ash to dust.
They turnin' that passin' and not with tha less.
Lil'
covered in too much.
Drinking a cup of punch, tropical.
Every last Thursday of the month.

Daddy put tha hot grits on my chest in tha morning.
When I
on tha wall
And ask Que Quires?
His chile ain't bigger than mine ya man jealous
Put plastic on my hot dog 
Cause I don't want relish
King taco in
too much
Drinking a cup of punch, tropical
Every last Thursday of the month

Daddy put tha hot grits on my chest in tha morning
When I was sick
too much
Drinking a cup of punch, tropical
Every last Thursday of the month

Daddy put tha hot grits on my chest in tha morning
When I was sick
Liked by the thugs, liked by the nerds
I'm real super, hot in the eighties
Even Austin Powers'd say "Yeah baby"
The hip-hopper, unpredictable showstopper
fire part I'm on a hole nother level
Tha mess tablets make ya mind flick
Ma murdarous styles, I kid make female groupies lickin' ya dick
Word to ma
diluted or polluted
You could fuse it, if ya choose it 'cause it's deep rooted
I make ya maggot ass crawl out tha gutter
For underestimatin' as I'm
niggas slippin at a burger stand
And in my mind all I'm thinkin is a murder plan
Creepin through the drive through kinda slow
I got my hot beams
the hot tub or the telly
Got my groove on, a twist of lime blended right
Remy XO wit my lexo at the light
3 deep, Krazy till I die on my mind
Trick a nickle
diluted or polluted 
You could fuse it, if ya choose it 'cause it's deep rooted 
I make ya maggot ass crawl out tha gutter 
For underestimatin' as I'm
for them, stamp my name on rap
Perhaps you hear da words from pay next sequel
Part two something for tha people
I`m still number one

Now I appear
Intro:
Alright, now let's do this (Flesh)
Knocc Out and Flesh, my glock to techs
We comin' 2 serve ya (BG Knocc Out)
Knocc Out and Flesh, with tha
Hey homie where you come from
Who me I come from tha bottom tha bottom tha bottom
Tha bottom by haystak mak million
The trials and trigilations
get me, get this now can you freestyle
Freestyle no styles free except da radio
But the radio controlled by the sucker move
Who moved away got away
flags, I'm hot!
And everytime I rhyme I'm puttin' rappers in the ground
Wit' lines that got 'em hooked like dope
They gotta make up they mind, because they
The Tec 9 split up, I'ma get you
Unload these muthafuccin hollows till I hit you
Fuccin with my mind
The wrong kind
Evil as fuck
The glock goes buck...
she made me step 
Back a minute she was wet 
By then I was so ready 

She got my tank top so sweaty 
Tossed her up like Machiavelli 
And yea she
(Yeah just a groupie)
She was just a groupie

[Daz & Kurupt]
Bitch! (Bitch!)
I come through with the humps, I thump tha shit out'cha block
I'm
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two.
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two.
you shop everyday
On tha real like a man, girl please believe me
I don't play
Look here I'm a man by my words
Nigga try to jack you I leave his brains