Lyrics:
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Thought I told y'all I'm an artist
Got a baddie in the valley
out in Cali pushing gardens
Can't fuck with the extra shit
Every time I go out
in red bottoms
Great weed, nice homes, bread proper
Tec nine, one chamber, top shotta
Bentley coupe, new yacht, my helicopter
Born broke, real
in red bottoms
Great weed, nice homes, bread proper
Tec nine, one chamber, top shotta
Bentley coupe, new yacht, my helicopter
Born broke, real
With four brothers in the SS
I can't go around and can't back up
So I gotta peep game laying in the cut
Is this a jack or a kidnap?
Since I'm never
a you-turn, come back and get served nigga
For the women, it don't matter how loud they blouse get
But men, the wrong color outfit, could get your mouth split
a mark
I bet you get your ass kicked hanging at the park, bitch!
You'd better watch your back
Before you get jacked by a nigga with a gat
Cause Life is
known for busting caps
Diggety zap the P put the Rich on the giggety map
Lil' Ric
Yeah, back at that ass once again there
Its your
one in the chamber
Grill in the back, but it's your
Me and TAZ on the regular
My K, fives don't give a damn to hustle so
Can't change on my feet
look like they riding a banana boat
But on they period, I don't want them mislead
So it's a sign by my bed that say "No turn on red"
Treating women
I got my mind on my money and one one in the chamber
All these niggas just a wa wa waste straight out the anus
I'm a monster out the swamp and I
your whole shit back phat
Don't step to me with that
We can't have that weak that
Bob Digital inside your citadel
Shit is critical, word it's gonna take
down in a passion war
Hasn't seen it happen since the day she was born
Reaching down for glasses that just can't be found
By the time she finds
entourage turn yours to just mirages
Disappearing acts, strictly .9's and MAC's
Killers be serial, Copperfield material
My dreams is vivid, work hard
think that it's insane To take a gun cock back and aim You know you can't play me, baby, gotta pay me (You got that for me) You know you can't play me,
masterpiece
Shining like a ruby
Final Fantasy
I plan to be the man to be
Flowing like a manatee
To be yours truly
Colburn no fooey
Skull turn like 'who he?'
the scenery with extreme measures
Supreme lecture, bless the heads, who dare enter
The 9th Chamber, dance with the mind bender
Surrender your thrown, there's
that's chiro
Took her back out, that's chaai though
Make a movie let's go viral
I got my chain and my diamonds are q'oosharing
Six by nine's and the subs
So the feds want my face on that damn number card
I drag you in your elevator, hit the stop button
So when I pop somethin they can't fingerprint nothin
your money 'cause 9 to 5's rob
Your dream chasing 'cause you're facing 9 to 5 odds
Sitting in college asking why am I here
I'ma be the biggest name in
Can't think on your own
Soulo taught me, so I could bring it home
Mama ran to grip the chrome say she heard them drones buzzing near our home
Blastin
2/9/93
A baby being brought
To life
Innocent unaware of
How hard he'd have to fight
living here
We'll view
How well he'll heal
When he's wounded
By
Premeditated plan of attack, with two of your most deadliest mens in the back
Comb the block, stop in the zone that's hot
Get out like you own the spot, home
importants que la beauté
Malheureusement on trouve des hypocrites de tous cotés
I do everything by myself I don't need anybody
B*tch just wear your clothes I
partners treat me like strangers
Never thought it would come to this I got to keep one in the chamber
What makes real niggas turn into hoes and make niggas
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