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. You can't get no better than this right here. Ay, nigga well get the * out my trapp then A crack a ki' a crumb do it fifty mo' times. The quarter go for 5 and the half go for 9. Still in the trapp
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the police, came around to get me. The killers who was with me, snitchin' sayin' it was fifty Kill it in the club, baby show some love. My real thugs, where you at? Baby throw ya guts. To all the
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extraterrestrial flow. Fo'-fifty-fix celo, pop the top off the forty ounce bottle. I'm not the one to follow, I'm not the role model. Hollow tips in my clips money grip and my Glock. Only spits when I react to
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. Don't wanna die, tell me why, 'cause the stress gettin' major. A buck-fifty 'cross the face with my razor What can I do but be a thug until I'm dead and gone?. I keep my brain on the game and stay
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to bring, you Shaolin's finest. But if your shields are weak, you better step behind us Give me the the fifty thou, small bills. My gold plate, my slang kills. My Benz spills, what up Lils. Murder
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want me to film it. Ballin', ballin', like I play for New England. Spend it, spend it, spend a stack every minute. That's fifty, one hundred, I see no * limits. Shout out to Uncle Luke. Shout
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from wild angles. Get mangled. Buck, fifty game is blow you. Till ya moms won't know you. Take two cheap niggaz to sell you. It's arrested then, me an' my crew. It won't be beautiful. All that
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like I'm goin' to take a pic. Hermes hit my main line 'cause they know I'm lit. Stuffed a hundred-fifty racks in your purse, lil' bitch. And when I wake up, go surf in your pussy, hit. Pre-Chorus Future
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homicide. When it's drama time. Run up on a nigga with the llamas flyin'. Leave his loved ones all traumatized. One-fifty, I'm really with it. I'll drop his ass and then forget it. I'm the man 'round my side
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Ball exit, fifty miles". Oh, the kids were so happy they started singing. "99 Bottles Of Beer On The Wall" for the twenty-seventh time that day So, we pulled off the road at the last chance gas station
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papes come, then you know I'll seek it. I'm just a short brother, dark skin face. Weigh a buck-fifty, 36 waist. Hair is crazy curly, flip like Mr. Furley. To this day I still believe that no MC can
