キー: D minor
Verse 1
Are you really a rider, yeah?
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And got your mind on your muthafuckin' dough,
Verse 2
Even though I got the yacht in
the million dollar bot
Superman armor on the 69 drop
Out of every 70 rappers 69 flop
Verse 3
just to get the feel
So my head light smooth when
I move the steering wheel
I ain't clubbing from nothing,
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its top dollar to chill
I pop bottles for real with pop
artists that kill
Verse 4
I ain't tough for the tube,
I'll smack y'all for real
Go head hate on me now,
you'll miss a nigga later
I'm hood like butter holes
and pissy elevators
Verse 5
block to Bangkok
So I can get money between raindrops
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And my piece so heavy
Verse 6
Never came back home
now I'm on my own
So I had to learn a few
things 'bout survival
Like the ice pick done off the bottom
Verse 7
Guns ammunition don't run out here
As soon you get the paper to try it
A nigga try me, he won't see tomorrow
Verse 8
7 cars, yep
TV the same size as Kevin Garnett
A brand new buzz,
Mac 10 and a chopper
White fan base 'cause
Eminem is my partner
Verse 9
you a glass shopper
I blow marijuana the color of grass hopper
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I ain't a regular nigga,
all the promoters pay 100 more
To bring your boy to Singapore
Verse 10
hoes jumping on 'em
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Elvis's and Red Monkey with
the monkey on 'em
Shelves'll leave a
niggaz food stamps blue
Like a full tube of acid in
your shampoo
Verse 11
blocking out the bricks
We got fif's with the cop
stoppers in the clips
Watch your mouth bitch there's
rocks popping out the wrists
And my outfits,
a eye stopper for the chicks
Verse 12
Never came back home
now I'm on my own
So I had to learn a few
things 'bout survival
Like the ice pick done off the bottom
Verse 13
Guns ammunition don't run out here
As soon you get the paper to try it
A nigga try me, he won't see
tomorrow
Verse 14
I send a dummy harmed
And had money wrong shoot
him in his underarm
Then pick up a shell,
that'll be his lucky charm
I got a chunky arm, I'm a fucking Don
Verse 15
nothing but the bong
I don't cuddle,
as soon as I get the nut I'm gone
I'm in a class all by myself
I'll whoop your ass all by myself
Verse 16
yellow gold, platinum
Young hoes, old hoes,
yellow ones and black ones
I've been patiently waiting
to get on my shit again
So this is for the corner
they cornered a nigga in
Verse 17
I'll wave the gat by you
And burn your eyelashes
off like a crack lighter
Nigga you stupid riding by
trying to blast me
'Cause my window got
the glass from a taxi
Verse 18
Never came back home
now I'm on my own
So I had to learn a few
things 'bout survival
Like the ice pick done off the bottom
Verse 19
Guns ammunition don't run out here
As soon you get the paper to try it
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