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to me

I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key

DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush
Got me fucked up that's a misunderstanding
Got the Glock by the Johnson I shoot like Stanley
Shoot a lil jumper like Johnson
Say that I'm broke boy stop
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
you'se a good guy
But if you sanctioned don't worry you good guy
You a opp better hope that you not passing by
Send shots at ya car if you pass you could
Wizboy
We de step on stage
And we de destroy
This boy so good baba God for me
I’m coming on blow now we get money

By this time yesterday
Dem no know who I
after
Let's do this little by little
Make moves little by little
Blow up little by little
And show up little by little
Might not be designer wear
I still
after
Let's do this little by little
Make moves little by little
Blow up little by little
And show up little by little
Might not be designer wear
I still
somethin' nigga

Crack a swishy if I'm rollin' up that good
And we roll it by the O, yeah I know you wish you could
Ain't nothin' funny gettin' money like I
they leave the boy no options
My brain my pain we overcame
We had a little conference
Need a little guap inside to fill up all my pockets
Hit the stage
on the west coast too smoking good gas when I'm coming thru

Finesse I'm all up in the mix no Chex
They get zero love Russell west
I'm sliding to the left I
And if you like what you see
And you agree with me
Then you enjoy my perspective of the LBC
Kick back and roll up
And mix the Henny with the soda
We ridin'
eating good with my hoe
Counting up guap with my hoe
I'm shipping packs with my hoe
Got the choppa might shoot at ya hoe
Got the choppa might shoot at ya
High on myself like a session of dope
Two sides of a coin you got the bad and the good
Put the bad with the good and the bad with some batter
Mix it up
hands up high
R.I.P. to Tupac
Get your hands up high, hands up high, hands up high
Nigga roll that good shit
Get your hands up high, hands up high,
Im so high, smoke all up n' by my face
If I make yo bitch blind, blame vvs up in my chain
I do indeed be goin crazy, blow up yo entire state
T1K, M3,
good waiting by the window 
It's no good waiting for the sun 
Please believe me, the things you dream of 
They don't fall in the laps of no one
paid, blow up like the World Trade
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucie B, Kid
sold out, turnin' young hoes
Tell her baby, no doubt, stick this dick in yo' mouth
I smoked a lot of weed, I said a lot of rhymes
Always fucked up in
in my element
I'll blow off your head just for the hell of it
Boy your legs is gelatin
You don't wanna shoot I know you gelatin
Hollow tip get lodged
gotta fucking white boy, love the nose dive
He gone really break a leg for this shit, like it's showtime

You was sitting in the whip, but wasn't taking
ridin
Top blew the guts, doors goin suicidin
Stuff in the wood nigga know we gon' kill that
Blow it in the air boy bet he gon' feel that
Purp and yellow,
them get up with me
It's a lotta many men clip hold fifty
And I'll blow fifty, and I'll blow fifty
Racks right now I got ya ho with me
Long live Doeboi,
issues
Honey I don't need your love
Get money ok now I got some
Blood on soul in my cup
Switch red bottoms out for the blue ones
Mix it see purple throw up
coming
A new year was upon us this test will blow your trumpets
Beat around the bush but the bat was the crumpet
An eat out at the market would stall all

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