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Yo I can not see
Smoke in my lungs you know all I breathe
Yo yo I can not see smoke in my lungs you know all I breath 
Yo

Yo I can not see smoke in
the game, don't explain
Nigga time to die, say goodbye
Watch my eyes when I pull the trigger
So right before you die you
Bow before a bigga nigga, now dry yo
And I don't like your atitude
You do shit that dem hoes on a rag'll do
Ol' faggot, you better watch your mouth
Fo' I be in front yo' house, when yo
the topic of the discussion

Welcome to my life, come fuck wit a gangsta
People lookin' at you smile but
They plotting with anger
If you feel a certain way
The only thing i want is to get rich i live by the motto

When i could not afford brands they laugh at me 

Ha....ha the joke is on you because my pockets
let me take you to school
Sit right down, let me show you what to do
This right here, my motherfuckin rules
Rule number one, don't be no bitch
Rule
felt the unction to function 
When all of a sudden 
This tender little thang 
Made her way right on over by me
Dancing sexy all in my face
Then she
Young nigga, I got old cash, saving on yo ass
Let me introduce myself, I'm 2pz, I'm finna spazz

If you fucking with the real, real em in real fast
Uhh
Ugghh-yee-uggghh
Whewww
Yea
Uh
Yea
Whoa
Yea
Uh
Yea
Whoa
Yea
Uhhh
Right
They be like Nollie where you been at
Making all this noise with my lil
no money together
We can have no responds together
Very limited right
So why should I be doing all this Mackin on you
When I'm not stacking on ya
Real
frank too
Not talking ballpark my nigga the face on my Frank's blue huh
I heard you sposed to be top dawg of your crew
And yo gangstas posted on go just
ain't no gangsta but if you locked up I'll pay your bond
My word is bond
I'm just the gift that keeps on giving into pressure
Handling my progression by
season
You sucka niggas out of style G season

Meek Milly
Paper plates on my Aston Martin bitch I'm ballin
Killin' all my haters tell yo mama pick your
out to score
(And yo da le)
Take a pic
I ain't talkin' camera flix
Either one of them can get you
Pray to God and hope they miss
It's you or me, or me
Watch me talk that soldier talk

My self esteem down bottom rock

I’m getting use to this
When had girl giving me gawk

And all you pussies suck my
How else could you capture the world
If you don't attack from the back
To the million march
(Yo, Snoopa Donna, what?)

[Chorus]
When I pull up
wrong
Problems problems, that's right

I'm doin' good, you doin' bad
Yo girlfriend she gettin' mad
Yo ounce of reggie ain't smokin, so I can't match this
alive
I want you right by my side baby...
Even when I'm all alone I picture you right by my side baby...
Oh, yeah it's so pathetic
But I'm so,
I sees you yo
Bet that I sees you yo
I sees you yo
Visionary Riches
Bet that I sees you yo

I sees you, bet that I sees you
Swear I caught
Yeah
I'm from the Eastside, right?
You know, we ain't have no handouts (uh-huh)
We ain't have no big homie (ah, yeah)
We ain't come from no
and they'll t-tell you the same 

Yo what the deal Shock? (Love yo) 
You know me, keepin they heels cocked 
Still round cause I'm down, 400 lbs of steel
to fuck wit lames an I know u fed up
By the time I get to know you you was playin catch up
Said yo brain like a puzzle I been playin tetras
When I finally
all right
Yeah, let's go up, congratulations
To my lil' brother the baddest, you know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, you in your bop now, kid
Ayy, yo
and some mo'

You not a real a gangsta like that T A double Z
I name my 40 codeine put ya ass to sleep
Haha I kick my feet up smoking on sour dee
I'ma real

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