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Thas aite
cint scared to lose
Thas aite
Never hated on a nigga puttin' in work you just salute
Thas aite

cite now one time for my Gs holdin' down they

the truth, so help you God?

(SPM)

Yeah

First Verse:

I'll begin when I started gettin' violent, sir
Screwin' in my muthafuckin' silencer
I grabbed my 'stol,

of drama 
It's only cause I want my bank account to show a lot of commas 
I got a lot of promises that I ain't made good on 
To busy waitin' for my city just

a star bout a check I ain't trippin
Doing 90 in a track and the engine keep glitching
Ballin 04 pouring red like the pistons
Mix it with the slush now it's

A Day in the Life

Diamond D

Live at Tramps New York "In Memory of Big L.," Vol. 2

1999

that sell by the stacks 
When it gets dark, I chill with my cutie 
We almost broke up because she started acting snooty 
When I'm with the fellas, I

a benz
I may back it up just to pull up again
A lot on my plates but I’m lifting em up
Back to the bench cuz I play till the buzz
I never sto ignoring

plagiarise my music
Open books to go through my lyrics
I look down to clowns in the sewers 
'Bout to take my cash to the bank
I'ma have a little discussion

my rolly looking kinda nice
Long Conversation if the cash is right
Hennessy mix with a little bit of sprite
Her and my exes start to look alike
Shit I

Lights off no talking on this night
Swinging off like I'm lost in a fistfight
Lights off like a boss up on this mic
Rick Ross when I'm talking my

dope
Serve your dad and
Shake the room it's no tellin
What else your pop smoke
I'm fueled by havin a lot
On my plate
Been hurt disgruntled by
Feelin

Aint got the patience for limitations I aint sittin waiting 
Im runnin through,
A lot of statements more conversations, always with my name in
Am I

its true
I got a lot of hoes 
But I'm not a player 
Just a big bank
On a young Nigga 
With a lot of flavor 
And she gon fuck with me
Cause I'm going big

my mama, she the one that made me so solid
The game steady change by the days, but I'm still making plays, cause that's just how I was raised, I ain't

Ice Cream Flavor

Spark 950

United We Slam

1994

Canadian hustlers
Twinkle, twinkle, I wanted mine with extra sprinkles
It's my birthday 'cause you look out Mr. Winkle
Taste the ginger, mix it with

On the road to riches
Keep a four pound for obstacles
In the inner pocket of my mobster suit
Where I'm from a bum'll kill you over
A crumb and not lots of loot

chest
The muscles react and my adrenaline flow
It's not drugs but a catalyst breakdown
So make alot of sound when you speak like you own it.
Mix your life

Word up, your hood 
You know what I'm sayin'? (Iraq) 
Left rack and all of that, yo, my hood
Word up, we gotta rep together, son 
Word up, for life,

You cannot judge a book by its cover
I seen the doubt they put me on the cutter
Taking my shot im trying to beat the buzzer
He play with them keys

nice if you want my best, you gotta bless accounts
I hit the ATMs like I'm juice, go check the cash amount
Make cinematic tapes with your bitch, I feel

alseep
Got a photoshoot in Hackney, so I'm ready to leave
Check my bank account, shit, it's lookin' different to me
I must be buggin' out, I seen some

clutchin on his, I get the ups first
He know he can't test me
He ain't bout that action, we creep through his lot
He know he can't check me
He a bitch

Ain't a damn thing I could do without a check
Spent the last one flossing out my neck
Bills to pay, the rent been due
I buy some shoes, I buy some

..he probably missing payments
I do it big, n**gaz threaten by my bank statement

Hook
Im on a new level so I gotta keep  my shit str8
Lambo shit I might

take money, leave a dumb bitch so demonitized
My bank account look like a lot of donuts while you bitches can't afford an apple pie

I'll pull up with