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And the girl drove a black infinity, moving keys to kennedy Different name everyday fake identity They made a deal and copped a plea and turned state So
the g's 'N' taught by the bosses howda stack that cheese You got rich 'n' g shits still a part of you 'cause breakin' old habits so hard to do You
[Chorus] What are the true keys to being a ninja? Dressed in all black, perfect vision, And that movement is in silence, ah What are the true
("Cause ain't no fiends coming in between me an my dreams See what I mean black? I gets the paper") Microphone thugs flip keys and shit
coconut rum with a lil umbrella Game shooter, I take trips to the Bramuter so many cars I got more keys than a computer Screens fall like snow
Thirty thousand feet up in the air, up in the Leer Dressed in a black tux, forty cal tucked, strapped in a chair Half-asleep hoppin' out of my
to fiend's At ease, take a look at some black G's Scopin the president, takin over residents like black kings Stack G's with phat key's Rats ease on your
over Engine block its got a crack See the smoke its a blowin' black Muffler just blew its stack But were not pullin' over Hallelujah Here we go
Now, Chris Rock, where you at? I heard you say some shit about some blacks, Nigga, this been your ass back. Come see the real deal. Stay in
world-stars Empty your bossip, until I find you and empty your pockets If 5'9" stop rhyming, I'm driving on I-95 or I am (in the kitchen) I will cop a key
as the Mojave Want the Recipe? Then you fellas best to be Down to push a key and chip a nigga for me [Techniec] No bustas, no peace Rock
bring them tears i walk in like a normal black gun peckin' jaw snatching slide they like the way i glide to the back break out my backpack and stack my
key Pontiac Sun, sippin' Con-gac Y'all know how that affects blacks So you know I clash that No way I'm a blow all these gats and crack stacks I'm
Pontiac Sun, sippin' Con-gac Y'all know how that affects blacks So you know I clash that No way I'm a blow all these gats and crack stacks I'm a lil'
by the 9 Fuck the dumb shit, I run this, a whole life of crime Ain't never had shit, but always had my pistol, bitch 187, don't make me whistle, bitch
and the law, and s*** And I'll probably get shot for being a wild n**** You'll probably get shot for being a foul n**** Let's talk about slugs and the drugs
and the law, and shit And I'll probably get shot for being a wild nigga You'll probably get shot for being a foul nigga Let's talk about slugs and the drugs
young shot-caller Now how many playas get to live they dream Come up in the game and get to start some of that green Know what I mean, if you's a hustler,
[Verse 1: Lord Tariq] What, Yo-yo-yo-yo I'm broken down from keys to oz's to grams And being sold in city blocks moving hand to hand Who am I?
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money Straight flights I live by the cold war Drove from round the globe All I need is
the re-up gang, 2 zero comma five a key, the peace symbol front of the v, Fuck gold digger bitches my set be freaks uh, Momma I needs no harm ya lack
life I don't know, on my life Yo, nigga check the stacks, check the results We in your top five by default I swear to God we're putting UK rap
high And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red We like that fuckin green, papers what I said