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Everything is crisscross patterns turn
Mine on snap when the indo burn
I’m livin wreckless. My killa cross over in the (?)
Pushin coke from Fillmore to the projects in Texas
Austin, Bitch yous a hoe what you callin
Smokin indo like a fat rat, Chewy like a Charleston
Charleston chewy no sambooy
Motherfucker what you do like Scooby Doo
Nigga, I see you
I don’t trust my lawyer but nigga I’ll sue you
I’m a diamond in the ruff
I got you with my pistol (?) and nigga yous fucked
I’m lookin like a gentleman clean, cut, and handsome
But thinkin like an inmate with life up in Folsom
Stuck up in the game like a suction cup
Don’t ask me for shit cuz I’m stingy as fuck
My cocaine style got you fiendin for more
Cuz standin in your presence is a real drug lord
My bread; I can’t get enough of that cash
So when you talkin about mine motherfucker don’t laugh
I’m serious. Your bread’ll disappear in the night
From Oakland to L.A. a raider fan for life
Fours waggin you’re laggin. Engine in the back
The queen of the streets yeah bitches still crack
Mind state; but niggas it may be too late
Cuz niggas need a joint just to concentrate
I need money miss me with a muthafuckin pool
Nigga I’m comin like a swiss malt liquor
Pool fin to rap with my pearl-tipped razor
Watch me blow up like a dope dealer’s pager
Bitch don’t play you’ll get read like a chart
And if you wanna fuck a nigga you’ll get rode like bart
So muthafucker check the ????? alpine
????? the sign that fucked your mind
With a vengeance niggas run like welches in a kitchen
Mothufucka listen to my mercenary mission
Nigga pain, pain, pain
Fuck these records and this motherfuckin fame
I stay awake like an owl, muthafucka, HOO!
Hoes around the way smokin indo too
My cocaine raps they can’t get enough
Mr. Jim Jones I’m a diamond in the ruff
Get with me. Feelin fifty
But I don’t think you motherfuckers hear me; nigga
pop pop pop motherfucker drop x3
pop pop motherfucker you better drop
pop pop pop motherfucker drop x3
pop pop mother fucker you better drop
Murdera, murdera, murdera... STOP.
Everything is crisscross patterns turn   Mine on snap when the indo burn   I’m livin wreckless. My killa cross over in the (?)    Pushin coke from Fillmore to the projects in Texas   Austin, Bitch yous a hoe what you callin   Smokin indo like a fat rat, Chewy like a Charleston   Charleston chewy no sambooy   Motherfucker what you do like Scooby Doo   Nigga, I see you   I don’t trust my lawyer but nigga I’ll sue you   I’m a diamond in the ruff   I got you with my pistol (?) and nigga yous fucked   I’m lookin like a gentleman clean, cut, and handsome   But thinkin like an inmate with life up in Folsom   Stuck up in the game like a suction cup   Don’t ask me for shit cuz I’m stingy as fuck   My cocaine style got you fiendin for more   Cuz standin in your presence is a real drug lord   My bread; I can’t get enough of that cash   So when you talkin about mine motherfucker don’t laugh   I’m serious. Your bread’ll disappear in the night   From Oakland to L.A. a raider fan for life   Fours waggin you’re laggin. Engine in the back   The queen of the streets yeah bitches still crack   Mind state; but niggas it may be too late   Cuz niggas need a joint just to concentrate   I need money miss me with a muthafuckin pool   Nigga I’m comin like a swiss malt liquor   Pool fin to rap with my pearl-tipped razor   Watch me blow up like a dope dealer’s pager   Bitch don’t play you’ll get read like a chart   And if you wanna fuck a nigga you’ll get rode like bart   So muthafucker check the ????? alpine   ????? the sign that fucked your mind   With a vengeance niggas run like welches in a kitchen   Mothufucka listen to my mercenary mission   Nigga pain, pain, pain   Fuck these records and this motherfuckin fame   I stay awake like an owl, muthafucka, HOO!   Hoes around the way smokin indo too   My cocaine raps they can’t get enough   Mr. Jim Jones I’m a diamond in the ruff   Get with me. Feelin fifty   But I don’t think you motherfuckers hear me; nigga   pop pop pop motherfucker drop x3   pop pop motherfucker you better drop   pop pop pop motherfucker drop x3   pop pop mother fucker you better drop   Murdera, murdera, murdera... STOP.