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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
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
takin over residents like black kings,
Stack G's with phat key's,
Rats ease on your properties poppin me for my black jeans

(Thorough)
I had
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