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Yeah, yeah, yeah
Boo
Huh
Yeah, huh
You better watch your step!
Huh, yeah (yeah)
They say the gangsters back (back), give God a heart attack (yeah)
Red-eye insomniac, let's get this fucker live (yeah, yeah)
Loading up pistols while getting high
Forty-five nines, who smokin', sending nickels and dimes (pop, pop, dimes)
My little nigga twelve, said he with it, yeah (yeah)
Gave him a sherm stick and watched him while he hit it, mm! (yeah)
Soon as he lit it, 'cause was finished (tss)
Now cock back the gat, leave the mask and gloves, let's get to business (yeah, nigga)
But they worried 'bout osama (tuh)
Kill the bitch nigga and get his family mañana (yeah)
Didn't get a comm, nor a cent, for the karma
Just an imaginary stripe, so he can hold his head in honor (what)
Zombieland, a bunch of dead men walking, ugh (yeah)
Living abortions, they oughta raise the price on coffins (huh)
They fucking make a killing (make a killing)
But I ain't dying up in prison
Fully-loaded clip my brain up to the ceiling, yawk! Yawk!
Money, money, hoes, clothes, nigga, that's all we know
(On my mom and 'em) ugh, geah
Murder, murder, kill, get your fucking cap peeled (peeled)
(I put that on my mom and 'em) ugh, geah
Fear around here, I smell death around here ('round here)
(On my mom and 'em) on my mom and 'em
Don't be snooping 'round here, get dogged around here
(I put that on my mom and 'em) ugh, ugh
They say 2012, the world gon' end (nah)
But, shit, it been over since raymond recruited soldiers
1969, evolution of devil's time (time)
Ain't walking up in no shrine, shit, I'm living a life of crime (life of crime)
Pops never gave a chance, my mom crying (my mom crying, yeah)
She can see it in my eyes, I lost my mind (yeah)
Sneaking out the window with angel dust in my indo (indo)
Keys to her ignition, new mission, you better limbo, ugh
Fire pits let to eject, I hardly miss (yeah)
Nigga ditch, sleep on my dog—ain't that a bitch? (that a bitch, huh)
And I ain't on my odd future tip
But snatch a nigga intestines from his nose and tell his ass to shit (yeah, nigga)
But they worry 'bout osama (ugh)
Blood and crip niggas, lifetime of jeffery dahmers (yeah)
Flashy for the moment, I'm on it, I pop your collar (nigga)
Suicidal ain't fucking with these young wild connivers, we riders (ugh)
Money-money, hoes, clothes, nigga, that's all we know
(On my mom and 'em) mom and 'em, geah
Murder-murder, kill get your fucking cap peeled (peeled)
(I put that on my mom and 'em) on my mom and 'em
Fear around here, I smell death around here ('round here)
(On my mom and 'em) on my mom and 'em
Don't be snooping 'round here, get dogged around here
(I put that on my mom and 'em)
Didn't learn too much in school, but I done learned some shit (learned some shit)
36 a kilo, 28 grams a zip (ugh)
Pot brownies and white cookies (ugh, yeah)
Cops'll pat me down but won't touch on my girl's tushie (ha, nah)
Fuck, they sent the lady cop, they tryna book me (shit)
All else fails, balloon packs, tampon that pussy (yeah)
Back to the set to laugh about it and get it off (ugh)
Lobster tails and butter sauce, same clothes, but still a boss (ah, ugh)
On a mothafuckin' robbing spree
Prolly be televised, bitch I want the world to see (world to see, huh, huh)
Now, you dumb fuckers heard of the—
Sickest nigga out, I found out that blood's burgundy (burgundy, ha, ha)
But they worry 'bout osama
9/11 passengers ain't seen this type of drama (nah)
Vietnam wars, I'm sending copper galore
Bodies hit the floor, God knows I'm playing lord, for sure (ugh, q)
Money-money, hoes, clothes, nigga, that's all we know
(On my mom and 'em) mom and 'em, ugh, geah
Murder-murder, kill get your fucking cap peeled (peeled)
(I put that on my mom and 'em) on my mom and 'em, geah
Fear around here, I smell death around here ('round here)
(On my mom and 'em) on my mom and 'em, yeah
Don't be snooping 'round here, get dogged around here
(I put that on my mom and 'em) mom and 'em
Make money (money), make money-money-money (money)
Take money (money), take money-money-money (money)
Make money (money), steal money-money-money
Kill money (money), my money-money-money
Undefied, no signs of regret
Your swollen pride assumes respect
Talons fly as a last disguise
But no return, the time has come
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