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muthafuckas get got In the game it ain't safe for the weak or the timid Known to break a bitch but barely rarely slide up in it So you see me in a club
, I don't know who to trust Whole world want my demise Turn my music up, here me clearly If y'all niggas fear me just say y'all fear me Fuck all these
t get on your feet Going round and round Still takin up all the heat Going round and round Never lookin down [Verse 1] Cigarette lit in a golden grill Envelope blocked in a golden seal
, yeah homie it's a high You get caught up in the drama and eventually you die Livin' in a hard world, some are livin' lies Son you better wise up and open up
deepest thing since potholes to ever hit the streets Forgot a gold digger's succubus , my souls thick with ruggedness With the mic I'm like a dyke, can't no nigga fuck
big ol fuckin bumper kit comin down 5th wheel slammin hoe just fannin bitch Im sayin it cause I fucked your mamma I fucked your cousin I fucked that
dead in front of their projects Reminding d's of a classic mob hit Bitches gossip, about they men being targets, or suspects Niggaz in the lab taking golden seal
but dealing, sealing fates And healing struggle gaped wounds of the doomed became my mission Izm was just too small time, I had to find the best design to Fuck
, glitters in gold Unlike them other money getters who stack, turn quitters and fold Cash and hydro, eyes low, looking Phillipine Divide dough and regulate, empire stare caked up Raked up
what hood you from Everybody wit me drunk as fuck, break it down, then roll it up Back it up, a girl like you, a nigga like me can't pass it up Rollin
' niggas in So give up the ghost my nigga Remember me, I used to be your main nigga But fuck ya, I'm jealous and I hate ya fuckin' guts I got it in me
fuck it wit a soft tipped dick Tickle the tonsil you could hear her coughin I don't know if Dirt fucked Mariah, but I'm out to fuck Tyra Starks might
I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North Boys talkin down and boys wanna hate I chunk up the deuce for the South and the North Boys talkin down
check it out man! I got some quality fucking Gold Seal for you, innit? Shape up all those little bits of plastic what you find inside, right And then fucking
purple pills Cool, calm, just like my mom With a couple of Valium inside her palm It's Mr. Mischief with a trick up his sleeve Crawl up on you like
identification Wake up, wake up, wake up When I woke up, I got the mic and never chocked up Busted a verse and all the G's in Cali locked up when I
