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Y'know, personally, I'm for the paper, as long as we all see doe
Yo yo, big boys play for large sums, yeah
Even bitches got their shit tight
Aight, if you're with us, throw your guns up, what the fuck?
Form a philly, cock your shit back and bust

You acquired the knowledge, my brainwaves cause riots in college
Science scholar in this world of violence and dollars
Firm rappin' god from the projects, it ain't hard
From medicate cars to platinum cars, my click is that large
To get they dick licked and back massaged by rich chicks
Who rock Versace bras in the drop, watchin' the stars

Yo, the conquest is ours, mission accomplished, shittin' on Congress
Benz whipped with the 6, on this 8 trillion tonnes
When I appear reptilians run from affilions
Willions [Incomprehensible], like Indians
Your style's a dream, we pop Cristal and drive Bentley's in
The same streets you can't get a penny in

All my real shootout niggas hear me when
Half-A-Mil shoot out with Bohemians, calicoes spittin' in
Niggas splittin' in the same position they sittin' in
What sentencin'? We got too much Benjamins
We even got triple six I E M plastic currency
With [Incomprehensible] Images of Quentin in

My niggas lay back
We use to pump a G, now we pump 100-K packs
Guns aimed at, destroy your whole world like K-mat
What part of the game's that? The curse, my hot verse is flame rap
Players got the game trapped, I be the king mack
All my bitches mine 'til they bring crack

Yo yo, big boys play for large sums
Stack up, strategize, watch the cons come
It's all a game, even bitches got their shit tight
On the scene 18, suckin' dick right and sip right
If you're with us, throw your guns up
What the fuck? Form a philly, cock your shit back and bust

What? From NY to New Orleans, we all fiends
Court scenes, flashbacks to kidnaps and fought Cream
Guns bussin', stash house out in Flushing
Corruption, killer mental is foul adjustin'

Cold nights, handled the streets my whole life
Back up off kikes, focus for niggas who lost sight
Travel thought wise, beyond light years, way across skies
Short i's, so many makin' livin' off lies

Anti up, hopin' my new shorty don't stand me up
It had me stuck, after this session, I plan to fuck
Hot pursuit, a real splittin' image of Pop Duke
Block lasoo's, paper player part of my roots

So what'cha grow, Shelley? I lit his game so sincerely
Really, most rap cats couldn't come near me
So it's either or Peter pay Paul, you and yours
Fools are frost, regulate life through rules and laws

Big boys play for large sums
Stack up, strategize, watch the cons come
It's all a game, even bitches got their shit tight
On the scene 18, suckin' dick right and sip right
If you're with us, throw your guns up, what the fuck?
Form a philly, cock your shit back and bust

Firm official, 8-50 I, burnin' pistol, Black Magnum P-I
Mack V-I, willie hat, Half beehive, wise guy
'95 I, look in my eye, praisin' Allah, project aimin' rod
Greatest star Agbar, pushin' a hot car
Shark Bar, private engagement, live entertainment

I grab mics and I explain it
How I went from the brawns to the brainless
To the minds of the wise and the famous
Nigga's wives admire the guy's arrangers
Kick off their wedding rings to give head to the king
It's just a cheddar thing, amaretta, Armani leather thing

We into better things like wettin' the brains
Jumpin' outta stretches and minks, crime connected with link
Up in the club buyin' drinks, bitches eyein' the spinks
Hustler haters hate us, my guns say, "Fuck what they think"
Once I copped a Hummer this summer with a buttoned-up mink

Big boys play for large sums
Stack up, strategize, watch the cons come
It's all a game, even bitches got their shit tight
On the scene 18, suckin' dick right and sip right
If you're with us, throw your guns up, what the fuck?
Form a philly, cock your shit back and bust

Bitches got their shit tight
If you're with us throw your guns up
What the fuck? Form a philly, cock your shit back and bust
Y'know, personally, I'm for the paper, as long as we all see doe   Yo yo, big boys play for large sums, yeah   Even bitches got their shit tight   Aight, if you're with us, throw your guns up, what the fuck?   Form a philly, cock your shit back and bust      You acquired the knowledge, my brainwaves cause riots in college   Science scholar in this world of violence and dollars   Firm rappin' god from the projects, it ain't hard   From medicate cars to platinum cars, my click is that large   To get they dick licked and back massaged by rich chicks   Who rock Versace bras in the drop, watchin' the stars      Yo, the conquest is ours, mission accomplished, shittin' on Congress   Benz whipped with the 6, on this 8 trillion tonnes   When I appear reptilians run from affilions   Willions [Incomprehensible], like Indians   Your style's a dream, we pop Cristal and drive Bentley's in   The same streets you can't get a penny in      All my real shootout niggas hear me when   Half-A-Mil shoot out with Bohemians, calicoes spittin' in   Niggas splittin' in the same position they sittin' in   What sentencin'? We got too much Benjamins   We even got triple six I E M plastic currency   With [Incomprehensible] Images of Quentin in      My niggas lay back   We use to pump a G, now we pump 100-K packs   Guns aimed at, destroy your whole world like K-mat   What part of the game's that? The curse, my hot verse is flame rap   Players got the game trapped, I be the king mack   All my bitches mine 'til they bring crack      Yo yo, big boys play for large sums   Stack up, strategize, watch the cons come   It's all a game, even bitches got their shit tight   On the scene 18, suckin' dick right and sip right   If you're with us, throw your guns up   What the fuck? Form a philly, cock your shit back and bust      What? From NY to New Orleans, we all fiends   Court scenes, flashbacks to kidnaps and fought Cream   Guns bussin', stash house out in Flushing   Corruption, killer mental is foul adjustin'      Cold nights, handled the streets my whole life   Back up off kikes, focus for niggas who lost sight   Travel thought wise, beyond light years, way across skies   Short i's, so many makin' livin' off lies      Anti up, hopin' my new shorty don't stand me up   It had me stuck, after this session, I plan to fuck   Hot pursuit, a real splittin' image of Pop Duke   Block lasoo's, paper player part of my roots      So what'cha grow, Shelley? I lit his game so sincerely   Really, most rap cats couldn't come near me   So it's either or Peter pay Paul, you and yours   Fools are frost, regulate life through rules and laws      Big boys play for large sums   Stack up, strategize, watch the cons come   It's all a game, even bitches got their shit tight   On the scene 18, suckin' dick right and sip right   If you're with us, throw your guns up, what the fuck?   Form a philly, cock your shit back and bust      Firm official, 8-50 I, burnin' pistol, Black Magnum P-I   Mack V-I, willie hat, Half beehive, wise guy   '95 I, look in my eye, praisin' Allah, project aimin' rod   Greatest star Agbar, pushin' a hot car   Shark Bar, private engagement, live entertainment      I grab mics and I explain it   How I went from the brawns to the brainless   To the minds of the wise and the famous   Nigga's wives admire the guy's arrangers   Kick off their wedding rings to give head to the king   It's just a cheddar thing, amaretta, Armani leather thing      We into better things like wettin' the brains   Jumpin' outta stretches and minks, crime connected with link   Up in the club buyin' drinks, bitches eyein' the spinks   Hustler haters hate us, my guns say, "Fuck what they think"   Once I copped a Hummer this summer with a buttoned-up mink      Big boys play for large sums   Stack up, strategize, watch the cons come   It's all a game, even bitches got their shit tight   On the scene 18, suckin' dick right and sip right   If you're with us, throw your guns up, what the fuck?   Form a philly, cock your shit back and bust      Bitches got their shit tight   If you're with us throw your guns up   What the fuck? Form a philly, cock your shit back and bust