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Ounce of dog food in the blender
Made a hundred grand in December
I put a stash box in the sprinter
Shoot his block up 'till he surrender
I just popped a Perc and a Molly
I just took some work on a robbery
Used the hand to hand in the ally
Cousin Rell got booked for a body
My moms used to work a double shift
I was cooking work tryna double it
Gave Nene a sample she was loving it
I slept with a Mac I was hugging it
Used to sell nicks of the Arizona
That was when Vern used to had a corner
My young boul kick your door like you had a warrant
My nigga Black got killed cuz he ain’t have it on him
Nah nah my nigga Ken had the Lexus, used to keep the Mac-10 on the dresser
Everybody telling me that I’m next up
But I’m still at the pot getting extra
Fell in love with a hoe I’ll admit it
I pull a jail out the bowl then I hit it
If I call Relly on, you know he with it
Why you tell for a year off your sentence?
Ya’ll blocks empty when I ride through 'em
If you love 'em that much, nigga die for 'em
Might let Mula or Na do 'em
Grip that oo-ah, say bye to 'em
Same niggas on the streets banging
Go to jail then they turn to Franklin
My cousin K always on angles
.44 Desert bird with the triangle
Last man standing when the smoke clear
We let ya’ll assume, nobody broke here
We all did years, nobody broke here
Wipe that smirk off ya face nobody joke here
My heart worried my mom so did my sense of humor
They said a Moss a cool dude and that’s just a rumor
I just keep the flame down 'cause I’m getting mula
But I’ll flip a nigga wheel like a pick maneuver
No pick smalls, nigga I’ll hit the shooter
Ain’t got caught for his body, I guess I’m smoother
Pocket full of money that ain’t nothing to me
'Cause whoever got the ball gotta punt it to me
Tell them niggas go get it then they run it to me
Well you better have a gun when you run into me
Real rap, I’m the man on the strip
So I don’t really spit, I’m just playing with this shit
If you plan on robbing me you’re playing with the shits
Skating on thin ice I’m playing with the stick
But this ain’t hockey dog, I turn into hockey raw
I put on my hockey mask, cock and blast knock 'em off
Don’t even try to dance, this one don’t run out of gas
This one got one hundred shots, nigga this about your ass
I ain’t about the beef listen I’m about the cash
That mean I ain’t coming out unless it’s by the bag
I’ma get you first, you ain’t got a shot with Ab
Niggas gotta see me anything about the Ave
Never hold back I say what I really mean
I ain’t warring with no niggas in they skinny jeans
I just sent Nas through man he really scheme
The outcome is Malcom by any means
I don’t care how you get it man just get it clean
We the '96 Bulls we ain’t any team