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right here
We the Lunatics, no doubt
They wildin, they don't know

Ay yo
St. Louis is small but we still do it all
We hit the mall, we drink it all, we
nigga, is you ready?
I've been thinking 'bout all the O's in my bank account (What?)
X the hoes in my bed is 'round the same amount (What?)
Ever since
buck-fifty
We got guns, money, liquor, drugs
We right here until they come get me

C'mon, yeah, ah-hah! Nobody, c'mon
Yeah, c'mon, yeah, c'mon, yeah,
nigga, is you ready?
I've been thinking 'bout all the O's in my bank account (What?)
X the hoes in my bed is 'round the same amount (What?)
Ever since
you'll lose!

Here comes two big pioneers, rolex watches
Cars by the pairs, in stock we got shares
EPMD "that's right!"
Legendary, hardcore b-boy is
guns, money, liquor, drugs
We right here until they come get me

C'mon, yeah, ah-HAH! Nobody, c'mon
Yeah, c'mon, yeah, c'mon, yeah, yeah, uhh, yo
say "Holler"
Bandanna on the right side, gun on the left side
Niggas in New York know how to throw up the Westside
Word to Eazy
I'm so ill, believe me
I
moneymaker

Baby I'm a sinner, all I've done is wrong
Everybody clap yo' hands, sing a simple song
Whiskey it spills and we all get along
But Louis keep
and she shakin like she workin
Look - mami movin right, man I'm likin how she twerkin
Man she do it all night, like she ride with a purpose
And like
and go buy 100 pounds
Drop 'em off downtown, smoke a L anyway
Y'all niggas in the way
Money beat any case (Yeah)
My hundreds hold their breath nigga,
stroll around or go get something to Eat 
Outside I gotta fly drop 
You hungry round ya girls up and we all can go to IHOP 
You probably think I'm
drop man
Let em test the skills of us niggas that's triggerly inclined

Dump off on the rocks and Monica red link
While blocks young guns on the grind
and Prada's her style
Louis, Burberry by the pile
All them things she got, she got from you
All them things she got, she got from you

Yo she know you come
DeVille wit fo's
This for all my thundercats that feel my flow
To slang weight, my young guns will steal ya o's
Catch a bellin down Lukerson & Hunt
I want to dedicate this one to Robert 'Yummy' Sanderford
And all other lil' young niggas that's in a rush to be gangstas

As a young nigga, I'm
to my spot
My bed rock back and forth when I'm on top
My backshots they are sorta like crack rocks
I give it all I got, non-stop 'til sweat drop
I
keep it pumping
You got it all wrong
When you wait for the TV to tell you what's going on
I thought you're hype on the mic
Yeah, they never get it right
you

[?] love your body, want you get undressed, ooh yeah
Let my charm go [?], 'till there's nothing left, ooh yeah
Come from Saint Louis, they know
they hands up and say it wasn?t them
As for rap, this is my lyrical asthma attack
It?s all I know, the guns, the cash, the dro
Fidel Castro on my own
world but never been to Florida

They holdin' my shit, all winter
By the time the shit drop, I done already been there
The game's fucked, a thousand
you will be die by the gun,
'Cause all guys tell lies, and more girls commits it.
I was ordered to code red, but now I'm chillin' with a few good men.
it's all gone, uh
And I still ain't ever been robbed, so nigga don't try me
Two niggas with guns, snatch yo' wallet
That's pickpocket, want my I.D
that's overflowing with swag!
And keeps his women all draped in new louis vuitton bags!
With Louis Vuitton pumps, look at her walk to 'em,
I like open
that's overflowing with swag!
And keeps his women all draped in new louis vuitton bags!
With Louis Vuitton pumps, look at her walk to 'em,
I like open
my money a lot longer
If blooding ain't right than I couldn't be a wronger
I'm a bad muthafucker, be very afraid
Boy this heat will give your ass