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It's like an angry *** Yo, what, what, yo Side of type ***, 94 Must go more fast With a pen and a pad, goddamn Shine like a retro half on it Tank declines Collapse 49 squares, kid Money closed, designer hoes, it shows, y'all Check it out Yo, yo, waking up about 10, kid Jumping in the shower, piece of mouth that make moves That slide like grease What, I'm all about text Checks, you know, respect your front I'm slamming you like a Lex So now I'm out of the 95 Rocking that real nigga, don't die, guess damn Drums cannot, but yo, I'm making a pit stop Going by your box of Glocks See, he rolled up in your quitter Yo, remember that kid that we vicked He made a half a mil for real He brought about flowing bricks Yeah, so now we connect doors Meet me at the airport Tell Golden Arms maintain the fort Get in touch with that West Coast Cali crab your staff And meet me at the big slab So, word up, kid We slid like a fat fool to 12-bit ***, couldn't even rest, I need to fix And when I slept, my dream jeans Son, I need some Keys won't sell, call up son I heard Pook and Tyreek Order beef over some real *** A fake nigga think that they killed this clique Give me a minute and I'm with it And yo, niggas done did it Rock your best, keep your whip tinted So now we see him up in Bojangles Strangling a 40-ounce With 10 Gs worth of gold bangles Diamonds, what, all up in his face With his man's mace Medallions the size of dinner plates He knew we knew him, so we blew him Took 30 Gs worth of jewels off that nigga Threw him So now I'm lampin' in my man's land Streets is hot like sand Jesus rollin' in my right hand Yup, you know the steeze on black Gotta go down like that So long, cigars and mall hats Ninety-four, takin' niggas to war Yup, yup, what do you believe in? Heaven or hell? You don't believe in heaven Cause we're livin' in hell What do you believe in? Heaven or hell? You don't believe in heaven Cause we're livin' in hell So what's your life? What a shame, bro Fuckin' with mad strangers Yeah, you know how it runs, baby Straight up, yo Money, clothes, designer hoes It shows, y'all That's how it goes Whatever What do you believe in? Heaven or hell? You don't believe in heaven But we live in hell So what's your life? You don't believe in heaven So you don't believe in heaven Cause we're lifin' in heaven So what's your life? What do you believe in? Heaven or hell? You don't believe in? You don't believe in heaven Cause we're livin' in hell So what's your life? I don't care Babies don't understand How life can be so short And come so fast With a blink and a vibe You're blinkin' and high You're goin' baby Straight up You know what I'm sayin'? You turn to dust Return to the gas Ashes out, son Word up Word up Get evaporated Straight up Word up Lose all your strength Nigga Thanks for the dedication Shout out In the memory of 2 Cyn Yates Heartbroken We soakin' wet, yo Keepin' it real For my people Yeah Yo And my physical brother Devon You're still in here, baby Because you're in my arms, nigga Word up I never let you go, baby You know what I'm sayin'? You're my life charm Word up Keep it shinin' Real Keepin' it real, yo Shout out to major niggas Big Lebron Just howlin' In the computer system Keep your wrist up Slams back This is motor night, nigga Word up Wrist up This my nigga, baby Yeah Eatin' dinner With the big boys Now You know what I'm sayin'? Word up Big Poof Representin' Q You know how we do Man Get that power Get it tight Bigs You know Wrist up Word up Master Chilla The handler of the clan Bet the man inspect the deck Derby pass You God Word up, baby Keep it real, son Keep packin' them guns What do we got?

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