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    [Verse One]
    Laid up with this skinny chick, Balley's with the Henny mix
    My man Bond sent me flicks, claimed he ain't seen me since
    96, since he blew trial for them 3 attempts
    Street events, Feds on the sweet, but you see me tense
    Chill a lot, niggaz wanna know if I'm real or not, kill or not
    If I'm holdin't what kind of steel I got
    False alarms, tatoos all across my arms
    Bail bonds, a while back almost lost my moms
    Check that, taking this paper you can bet that
    No set backs, shittin' on niggaz wit out the Exlax
    Ice showin', Polo sweats all whit glowin'
    Blunted, Suzuki 600, twelfth Riech's blowin'
    Headline niggas, Fed time niggas, crime niggas
    Street worth 9 figures
    It's a war now, hard to the core for sure now
    Raw style, four fours to your door now
    Doe chasin', in the race niggas slow pacin'
    Temptation, send a bitch to blow your face in
    Plans rollin', handsome nigga's hands golden
    Stand chosen, pockets on my pants swollen
    Pleed the Fifth, real niggas don't need to riff
    Automatic shit, for fakin' that's what you faggots get
    [Verse Two]
    Out of 30 men, know 20 that's worthy men
    10 is friends, the other 10'd probably turn me in
    Phone tapped, born in Brooklyn, hold my own gat
    Unknown traps keep jail niggas goin' back
    Time tickin', young shorty mind flippin'
    Blind addiction turn a killer from a fine Christian
    Streets ruined from sneaky shit niggas keep doin'
    Snakes, that's why I hand shake

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