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Got a business meeting, blowin' dope up in the venu
Check
Get money like Keith
Hit him with the Draco
Leave his ass sleepy
Niggas is mad cause niggas
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
don't know you like I do
I show my love
I have for you
Build up trust
Don't tell our business
Bitches snakes
And nigga too
They wanna ride the wave
the universe living in me
Everything living in everybody
Getting it back from the business elite
Aint no civility in the vicinity
When there's an imminent
like pussy on my penis
Devil’s kitchen in Phoenix that’s
The heat that
I’m bringing where the shade at?
I’m LA radio and good music, boy
I don’t play
Clutchin' this heat while I'm breezin' through the gutter
Cocaine but a lotta pain from the struggle
Fuck with anti, that's why the dope game love
from the beginning
No point in opposition bout to take over the business
You can't stop my mouth from grinning cuz I bring it start to finish yea
What's
Master P I got your girl like how they do that there (uuuhh)
And got them haters saying this ain't fair
Got a call from my man, say the money slowed up
they knowin´ when D-Bo was
50 , Tweezy , Obie there won't be no hoe in us , they pop shit like they gon´ do shit but no one does
From New York down
right now, swear she'll stand on business quick
She ain't no bitch, but I swear to God, that girl, she one of the realest bitches I ever met
Even though
me why is it your girl that’s stressing me?
Like I don’t deal with enough heat already B
Don't ex-cite the flames
5 years cooking perfecting
the punk pussy motherfucker who did it"
Then make them pay, no time to delay
Check out the [?] from around the way"
My boys got back saying "yeah he's
sock
Dr. Mario the way I toss these bars son
More heat than if you got your kid locked in the car son
I be so out there like a motherfucking Martian
loaded, we the wave
Bring me plastic, let's get paid
I can show you how to wipe a 100K in a day
So what's the play
Ayy, what we on
I live by the motto, go
the cars out there and all the brothers
That like to front in their rides
Check it out
You know it's funky, funky, funky 'cos you heard it from hear-say
the cars out there and all the brothers
That like to front in their rides
Check it out
You know it's funky, funky, funky 'cos you heard it from hear-say
there's no reventant when the womb's cold
Made a settlement with the elephants
Broke the treaty like the US government
Acting out at Fort Laramie
They
I ain't bout my business
Zoom by I'm in motion
Like dice, shakin them bitches
High rolla, 5 2 6 1
Come out hittin' 5 6 3 4
Got a fist full
on Monroe, with no Kennedy (Leaders you know?)
Just follow these rhythms endlessly
The second time I got called nigga
It was online by this kid that was in my
did it?
How you claim to be a rapper when you don't rap?
You have no tracks
You sound like a white Kodak
Fuck that!
We don't need another one of those
you over
Just let my presence win you over like the heat is turning over
Under-lover cover mood always switching over
Still I'm bouncing to your beat I
the concrete
Older niggas I loved talked like they was above, maintaining a time sheet
That slow money, picked up the family business
By the age of thirteen,
you see a thug you better show some love
Got damn, it feel good to be a thugsta
Gettin' high, smokin' weed all day
Ain't got to listen to no
Fuckin' with us is like fuckin' with no condom
That's dumb, better play with your son
Nigga, I ain't the one
Ain't a thang changed, niggas still the same,
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