Target Practice
38 Spesh, Harry Fraud, Jim Jones
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You see I stay away from lames that speak to entertain When I came out the womb, my feet was in the game Can't complain cause far as the streets, I did my thing I see shit out of my reach, and then I aim You think shit sweet, I peeped your little game A lot of niggas that I let eat, that went in vain You made 500 a week, to sit and hang No you want to hate on me, that shit is pain I caught a case from riding around with the strap My lawyer said this time that I gotta relax Left my man a plug, and some product to match You should have a million dollars around the time I get back And he did it 900 thou, to be specific Family Guy, niggas living like Peter Griffin He ain't gonna spend it on weed and bitches Kept the Police out his business, not even a speeding ticket Spent cream on a defense team If I hit you, you would sue, like Mitch Green Niggas got rich off dealing with sick fiends Back then, now I'm in a position to fix things From rapping, you cats ain't active You halfway trapping My man used to think that the crack game is the fastest But weed make crack look average Green leaf changes belief, like a black St. Patrick Huh, attack fake rappers, you know we come to your show wearing backstage passes Nigga I'm gonna make sure your last days tragic The way these shells fall, hope you pack rain jackets, nigga Saucy in my blunt got me getting litty Bring the coupes out, Ima give em titties (topless) Niggas said the ballin like they in the biddies I'm usually in the Foreign when I'm in the Bitty I use a Passport for my registration I'm way more political than legislation Everybody rock a mask like they hella Jason Put your body on the floor, and leave your head adjacent My young niggas, they be praying to the scam Gods When I was young I was dribbling like Shammgod Up and down the 95 with those grams of hard I got a hundred on my wrist, thats my hand to God This water on my neck, like the Levee broke We was going to the Heights to get the better coke I got a bitch who don't gag, and she don't never choke I got stars in my ceiling, with no telescopes 1,2 1,2 can you hear me out there?
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