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[Verse 1] [Em]Jay Fuck that This is it right here, baby [Verse 2] You know what it is [Em] Yo, I used to have bad luck Now you might see me in a Jag truck Mad stuck, either with a dime or a bad duck Double- R tee with the matchin' bandana 38- snub, blue steel with no hammer And I see y'all niggas tryin' to glance at the 'Kiss 'Cause I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist Boning your women, drunk off Coronas and lemon And you know I'm still writin' the mean, lightin' the green I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails Niggas throw us on they album, try to boost they sales We put our pies on the table and our eyes on the label 'Cause them rednecks up in the mountains'll try to slay you Call me raspy, tell you what I want you to know Fuck what you ask me, you probably don't want me to blow I got a lot of horsepower so I'm able to skip [D]Usuall[Em]y a good nigga, even though I'm able to flip You pay 30 for the 'Kiss (uh- huh) a hundred for The LOX (yeah) And if we cool, then I write a hook for a drop Whatever's in the bank is my bet, a Z- bull's my pet And you can bet he'll get the legs and the neck [Verse 3] Yo, when my [Em]gun bust, send niggas to the fish like Swanson New York's youngest Bumpy Johnson, I put fear in y'all heads Sheek Louch, type of nigga gasoline y'all [D]beds [Em]And that's warnin', if you alive in the mornin', that's fine Now I suggest you hit the block and get what's rightfully [D]mine [Em]I want PC, see me? Tuck in your chains I got niggas my pop's age that lifestyle ain't changed It's like wake up, move a brick, half of it slow Make car money, check with Sheek, go fuck with a ho I rock a waist- length mink, do- rag under my fitted And I don't even want waves, Timbs be halfway new That's Sheek in the dress- up club 'cause I don't fuck with shoes And for my nigga's life, I swear to the Bible, let it be told I put thirty in your head, all in the same hole 'Cause we got the same goal, and you try and tamper [D]with mine? [Em]Don't make me motherfuckin' leave you with some shit in your spine Fuck with me, you be a was- nigga, nigga was dope Nigga was gettin' money 'fore I extorted your coke, 'ju crazy? [Verse 4] [Em]Ayo, catch me with a .38 box of shells In a ninety- eight Lincoln eatin' pasta shells Order to go, always got a box of Ls Blow, stay on the low, get a Heine' and swig I'm Pinero, so I hate a snake, rat, or a pig I pop shit 'cause I'm the second best, the first was BIG Y'all niggas is sonned out, let me speak to your father 'Cause I like to play chess and I swing the revolver If I don't like a nigga, I don't even be bothered I spit, I'm just a crooked nigga goin' legit You hold your nine if you holdin' a brick Common sense, fed drama, you hit the Bahamas, get bent L- O- X get respect like Sonny from Bronx Tale Us and DMX, the Ruff Ryder cartel Thirsty to live, are y'all niggas eager to die? I tell all my niggas ride, you won't leave with a dime [Verse 5] Motherfucker [Em] Yeah, yeah I'm a monster, I sleep whole winters, wake up and spit summers Ghetto nigga, puttin' up Will Smith [D]number[Em]s Surrounded by sixes and Hummers, bitches among us Tryin' not to let this bull [D]shit [Em]become us It started from hunger, 'til it all went insane Now bitches notice the chains now that I hit my number The chickens I twisted (uh), see the digits unlisted (yeah) The beeper done changed, you dead bitch, the reaper done came I suggest niggas stop speakin' my name 'Cause trust me, y'all can still feel the heat in the rain I keep creepin', streets keep watchin', I keep poppin' Niggas is hot heads and the bullets is heat- seekin' Jay flow for pesos, chase hoes, not I just circle 'round the block in a [D]drop [Em]Tell them jump through the top (uh- huh) Where the sun roof used to be I could see y'all not used to [D]me [Em]Nigga flows like none other, I'm the meanest Toughest Don Dada, the gun butt ya You the type that bust a lot of shots and none touch ya I'm the type that get excited, when the gun [D]touch [Em]ya, motherfuckers Y'all niggas 'bout to witness a dynasty like no other [D][Em] [Verse 6] Grr I'm headed nowhere fast Run in the place (uh), gat in my waist Niggas wanted a taste, but wouldn't come to my face (uh) So what that mean? You cats is playin' games again So now what I do? Start namin' names [D]again [Em](what?) All you motherfuckers know that I speak from the heart (uh) Play like you don't know L- O- X is gon' bark We can take it there, but to make it fair, get some more niggas Styles, Sheek, Jay, we comin' with like four [D]niggas [Em](aight?) Y'all niggas best to stop playin' It'll be the ones you've forgotten about That'll get you shot in your [D]mouth [Em](arf, arf) Got my dogs covered (uh) Plus it's all gravy like chicken when it's smothered (what?) It's dark and I love it (uh) Get him, boy, let him loose (come on) You want it with the dog or the gun? Let [Outro 1] him choose (come on) [Em] [Em][Em]
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