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the info Wii can work it out, no Nintendo I just hit Alt, Tab Switchin' in between two convos I should just call cabs And bring 'em both here
briefcase And we're taking cutbacks somebody gotta get dropped Capital investments by sequence automatic mechanical problem secure Space investor,
But keep the heat by it, so when why'all creep keep quiet [Chorus] You can stand the fuck up if you fire your gun nigga But sit the fuck down you
at your medulla oblongata Blaow blaow, a young thug with a slim figure Romantic type like the movie Casablanca Herb seller, once but busted by an undercover
caught a chill When the lights of a big semi topped the hill Lord, I sure was glad to hear them air brakes come on And I climbed in that cab, where I
call Earl, 10 months in this gut, what the fuck, I wish moms would hurry up, so I can get buck wild, Juvenile with the mics 'n' shit, New York, New
Foreign rides, outside it's like showbiz I ain't gon' lie I'm fucked up, if we all die then we all shall But only one thang gonna get us by and that's
don't invite in, but since we got a like friend I could get you like, 10" I told him I could move like 10 by nights end Put the white over the plate, like
meddling Mind yo business It’s like a wedding I’m getting cake Smoke in the air It’s bout time that I ventilate Striped cause I’m official Bxtch I ball x I
tangeray and hennesey, untill i call earl, 10 months in this gut, wut the fuck, i wish moms would hurry up, so i can get buck wild, juvenile with the mics n
through customs, borders I've been handled by authorities Drove people crazy when they couldn't see more of me I've been saved, I've been buried alive
could make an onion cry! U-G-L-Y, like an alien chased by the FBI U-G-L-Y (x7) You ain't got no alibi, you ugly!
don't pay tax, pay with me cash I call a cab move a box to the flats Yea I know you're tryna take it slow But she tempted by the way I touch her soul She
a gypsy-cab, takes me down from Harlem to the Brooklyn Bridge Some will sleep tonight with a hunger far more than an empty fridge I'm gonna make it by any
heights 50 Grand for my chain Quarter mil' for my whip 10 Mil' for my house Ten pounds for my cab Some cheap wine for this skank I'm streetwise, you ain't
to a shooter Ask me how they do it, kickin' shit, Ryu, Ken Put it in a cab, send it to a Arab Hit 'em with the MAC now, now his whole body scabbed Cash
nightmare squared That's double for niggas who ain't mathematically aware I can tell by how you write, you the type to run in a fight I hold mics while
man, I'ma get that nigga, yo It was a murder Jake just hit the corner, people swarmin' Three in the mornin', I jumped out my cab like "Fuck" Niggas
2x chorus) Remember when we used to scrape just to get by? And loyalty was even hard to find. Now we're soaring up to bigger heights And all it
Whoa, whoa (ah) Whoa, whoa (you could say that shit again but do you live by it? Yeah) Whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa (ah, Based1 got them bands, ho)
best friend I can tell by the wind somebody's gettin' ready to bend They lifestyle's bout to end I'm in these African cabs on stores run by
the date, my moms is late So I had to plan my escape, out the skins In this world, the fly girl Tanqueray or Hennessy until I called Earl Ten months in
Fire! Riding in a cab but I'm dreaming of a slab Cooking ounces at a time, pussy nigga do the math Ten ice chains, Prince like James The day I
see the jakes outside Now I'm flushin' the work down the toilet Mad, mad, Richard Mille A crib by the port and it's imported Sad, sad, if you knew
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