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You ain't heard us in a minute
You heard us in a minute
Man
(Wu-Tang!)
I keep banging on you niggas
Finger on my trigger, man
(Wu-Tang!)
I love bankrolls
Stank hoes
Camera shots
Kangols
Bangles
Pink records
Check it
Yeah
I make those
More paper than Kinko's
Check my lingo, bingo
On my face
Honey
Not a wrinkle
Trinkle
My twinkle twinkle
Make your toenails crinkle
Twist up a dinkle, and honey
Let's mingle, jingle
When the nightfall
I'm tight with my white walls
The greedy pain
Draining on my life force
Behold the pale white horse
The hype loss with tight jaws
Fight law off
Cause I don't like ya'll
Huh, I'm from the tar pits, the hard target to squash the market
You're brain washed, watch the starships
I make cars flip
Deck bomb atomic
Islamic arms
Kiss the comet
This time
He's gone
I grip the don
Rip arms out the socket
Cock it
Fly logic
Now watch me sky rocket
Watch it
Hot as the tropic get
Bulletproof asaphogus
Steel cage confidence
Burn it on a floppy disc
Swerve the metropolis
My whole team in back of me
You just a half of ki
I'm a coke factory
Yo, thank god it's Friday
Like it's just me and my chick
Cruising the highway
She twisting my piff
You see I'm living proof that crime pay
The type that go at a bitch
The type to shoot the gift
And blow every clip
I know this money like the back of my hand
You get the back of my hand
Just like a fiend who took
A package and ran
Po-po be hopping out of passenger vans
Harrassing niggas in Park Hill
For marked bills
Ratchets and grams
So I move like I'm ducking a charge
I'm trying to set up shop
Get this gwop
Get the fuck out of dodge
Most my niggas like to puff in the car
Most these hoes emotionally scared
And keep the works stuffed in they bras
This is ghetto rap
Where the pot be calling the kettle black
My bullets trynna see where they head is at
I'm heading back
To the slums
Back to the block
I got the Clan on my back
And you know we heading back to the top
Nigga
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