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started out telling a little history, why'know, with a
Little music like 'Annie get Your Gun' and a pioneer-dressed woman... and
The story line developing
way up, way up
Summer comin' better save up
Going up like elevators
I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up

That indirect shit never get by us
It takes a sweet little bullet from a pretty blue gun
To put those scarlet ribbons in your hair

No that ain't no cherry bomb
Fourth of July's all
here I come
I'm inches away from you, here, fear none
Hip hop is in a state of 911, so

Let's get down to business
I don't got no time to play around
gun staples in your back 

Hung from a tree with rusty nails in your rectum crack 



Chorus: cool Keith (repeat 3X) 



I get personal direct
chirp speak
Kids that's rich that'll, run in your bitch and by the third week
Yo mark my word, me and my herb speak
That's that fire move like Schwinns
ammo, is every channel
We been hot for a long time burnin like a candle
What you can do is check your distribution
My songs bump in Houston like Scarface
from distant shores
Briefcase full of unmarked bills
Come get your love get your thrills
He's the man who sells you fun
Hides his face but he shows
Mothafucka Dig Dis (Dig Dis)
Imma Pimp nigga from da windy city Chi
No lie, straight rollin a 5
Steady handlin my business
Now all you need is a thug
rings when you meet us
P. Diddy run the city, show no pity
I'm the witty one, Frank's the crook from the Brook'
Matty broke the neck of your coke
tread on us and tell us how to run our lives
No matter where you go
Everyone would like to know
Can Washington D.C. mind the store?
Is there a soul
, racketeering
Smuggling, doing things from handing a gun,is what they fearing
Bodyguards and hitmen like some Al Capone shit
Heavy artillery got the cops on my
like penile
I did the knowledge to born
Your style straight corn
I woke up in the morning
Heard your shit and just yawned
You fuckin' up my high
No
ain't hot come like this
Real niggas hold a gun like this
Pop something, one in your leg
Make your ass run like this
Now picture that
Defeat rhymes
spit it in my songs so sweet
Like a photo of your granny's picture
Now that you're gone it hit us
Super hard on Thanksgiving and Christmas, this can't be
rings when you meet us
P. Diddy run the city, show no pity
I'm the witty one, Frank's the crook from the Brook'
Matty broke the neck of your coke
, your year's gonna come
You didn't live by the pipe or the gun to be like me
Waitin for my turn to burn
and get a million-five, and a tax return
that be
right now is a hustle like no other
One of grand proportions, can you dig it?
Now what we gon' do is
We gon' show all you petty hustlas out there
How
Then hang it up with your originality
I can't say no more
Cause if I do then they won't let you hear from me

[Chorus]

There ain't no real love up
them infrared dots
On your whole crew, nigga betta ask fo show
Gunna let that ass know what's goin' down like Waco
This is business, and who the fuck
to this song

Showdown
I'm about to lay your body down
Rodeo be like up and down
'Bout to show you how I throw down
It's about to be a showdown
I'm
to this song

Showdown
I'm about to lay your body down
Rodeo be like up and down
Bout to show you how I throw down
It's about to be a showdown
I'm
theme is extreme and supreme no bluff
And every is slap and oh so tough

But there's a time that I find yeah and it comes like a season
To wind down
of your people dying
But now it's elevated cause once you put someone's kids in it
Shit gets escalated, it ain't just words no more, is it
It's
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