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get diamonds the size of their age - help me out now
One year get one carat, two years get two carats
Three years get three carats, and so on into
Presidents to represent me

Well I was fit that wonderama shit
Me and my conglomerate
Share remain anonymous
Caught up in the finest shit

Live out by
Look, look
These niggas lied to me way back,
Said this was where my buck stop
Ridin' right by in my fly shit
These niggas still at that bus stop,
mean
Itchin', givin' suckas plenty space
Have these bitch niggas snitchin'

Where are we now? Guns found daily
The feds surely hope that they could
mean
Itchin', givin' suckas plenty space
Have these bitch niggas snitchin'

Where are we now? Guns found daily
The feds surely hope that they could
built the 
Dam at otter creek and all the 
Water backed up 
Deep enough to dive 

We took the dead man in sheets 
To the river flanked by love
see dark eyed Michael
With his dark eyed bride
Those three are on my mind
And three proud mothers
Weeping side by side
Those three are on my mind
Neighborhood kingpin  but his brother was a fag 

Donald had beef  so Mickey couldn't sleep 
They was hootin' for a while  and it was gettin' kinda deep
I been in this game for years, it made me a animal
It's rules to this shit, I wrote me a manual
A step by step booklet for you to get
Your game
see dark eyed Michael
With his dark eyed bride
Those three are on my mind
And three proud mothers
Weeping side by side
Those three are on my mind

But
And watch 'em start snitchin'
I keep spittin' still stupid niggas fail to listen
I personify this thug livin'
Hell or prison
My ammunition varies
My
the size of their age
Help me out now one year get one carat, two years get two carats
Three years get three carats, and so on into marriage
Nobody livin'
tranced by the advance
Tranqued by the sound bank
Put under the drum
Numbed off of our shit
Now who you rocking with them or us
Deep love or cheap lust
QB
soldiers into position
Son clinchin the coke with his finger itchin
Screamin why his niggas' snitchin
It's the suckas' way of fuckin with my ones
You gonna
"One two three four five six seven eight nine"

Uhh, it's the ten crack commandments
What, uhh, uhh
Nigga can't tell me nothin bout this coke,
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

It's the ten crack commandments, what?
Nigga can't tell me nothing about this coke
Can't tell me nothing about this
the club and them bulletproof vests
Them three fifty seven titanium Smith-N-Wess
And plus we deep as hell and prepared to bust
You gonna have hell if you
ONE to the two, two to two three
Put a slug in your ass for you to say G
The S to the P the I the see-E
You sucka ass niggas can't fuck with me

I
get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper, deeper, deeper
Into the rhyme

Chillin' in the corner at the shelter all by myself
Checkin it out
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

It's the ten crack commandments, what?
Nigga can't tell me nothing about this coke
Can't tell me nothing about this
face, cut your face
You halfway, wanna-be thug, stay snitchin'
Latin king, surgery-type with face stichin'
The house game? missile style? play in
her away
Deep in the night by the city lights
She poses for losers but they pass her by
No one to talk to, nobody cares
And nobody listens

There
So deep in the night
I sink in the night
Standing alone
Underneath the sky
I feel a chill of ice
On my face
I watch
The hours go by
The hours
paid, get paid

Tomorrow never come
I'm on the block all night 'til the sun
Come up, I can sleep when I'm done
Four deep, five seats, three guns
Hopped
on TV live
On channel 13 but call yourself a gangster?
Nigga, ya better stop doin all that dry snitchin
When you know it ain't real, 'fore somebody come