Nigga, I guarantee you, you put me on my mother***in' tank, dog, in any situation, and we gon' come out on top. It's guaranteed, nigga.
Buffini in the ghetto, put your finest coke to milli' clocks when I make it, get bacon soda to bake it, and I'm gon' cook it and shake it, I'm a hustler.
I can't figure my hours, eight to eight, and I ain't takin' no breaks, till I get my paper straight.
Now, you can hate if you wanna, especially if you lose cops, but I got you hot, better to plop from the rooftop.
Runnin' tough for these two rocks, but more give to Knox and Shady, whippin' their ass like I know y'all, Tupac.
What you got ain't I would've settled for nine, but you done broke the worst ground, disrespectin' my mind, before these hard rounds.
I'm flippin' cuz of these hard times, my weapons stand, nigga, made to guard mine.
What you mean you ain't know, I act bad for hot paper? Yes, your mom could be my neighbor, and I'm still gon' run my game.
So what, you wanna leave Jamaica, in the midst of these crowds? Well, infiltrate and play your hate on the cell of these dimes while I'm tryin' to break some, to make some.
If a nigga can't make some, I'ma go out and take some. Break some, to make some. If a nigga can't make some, I'ma go out and take some.
I ain't have ***, so I flip bricks like a bachelor, nigga, made for the few, cuz what I do takes character, nigga.
She won't be nasty, my nigga, the extra cheddar on dough, but this cookie dough ball sit back like racket balls for sure.
Oh, I'ma start taxin' that blow, you know, cuz now I got whatever.
Heron, Areva, Rondoodle, Orkan, Ariella, I can put you on that lever, and just ease your mind.
I keep dibs up, I'ma start cookin' up, two keys at a time.
Somethin' else, she's for that clientele, and Rapscan will zip him out.
I just saw him bout it, got his fire up, and just ran to nigga's house momentarily.
Wantin' to clap, cuz I'ma get in and get out, buy some land, cuz ain't no old dope dealers down south.
Until then, I'm en route, back to payin' my dues.
Workin' on, gettin' me and this old *** out, some brand new shoes, and some clues.
Well, y'all got tattoos, can't get it if we gon' fake.
But some papes, watch out for them bars in Louisiana, like some paper.
We tryna break some, to make some.
If a nigga can't make some, I'ma go out and take some.
Break some, to make some.
If a nigga can't make some, I'ma go out and take some.
The product is cool, but you know what, I'm tryna get out of the hood.
Stomp on my way to the top, and I'm havin' it understood.
It ain't no good, my pockets empty like most hawks.
I'm ready to kill, for when they smear, baby, for the most part.
Use live fox to paint locks, if they want any.
Nigga, get a D, got the hook up over here, had no limit.
Try to stop what's attendin', me never seein' through.
My laughin' is gun smoke, so *** it if you can't take a chill.
We tryna break some, to make some.
If a nigga can't make some, I'ma go out and take some.
Break some, to make some.
If a nigga can't make some, I'ma go out and take some.
Break some, to make some.
Break some, if a nigga can't make some, I'ma go out and take some.
Break some, to make some.
If a nigga can't make some, I'ma go out and take some.
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