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Verse 1
Bringin' the best to the table
Bluechip, Nina B, (?) What it is
Jt Get Low motherfucker that's
what it is motherfucker
Yeah, who fuckin' with us, nigga?
Now (what goes around comes around)
I'm puttin' this clique up nigga
against all you niggaz
Verse 2
me in this game
Benz Coupe, Maserati, plus I got
your bitch all in the Range
And y'all niggaz ain't gon' do shit,
soon as your crew spit
watch you lose hips
but fuck it we can bang
My Cali head- busters'll show you how
I'm too connected like
John Gotti and Nino
For a small fee they find your body
and niggaz that stick the niggaz
That sell weight,
I can see it in your eyes
Shackled up, D.O.C.'s,
all my niggaz on that ride
You can, stunt if you wanna,
Chip is a gunner
Been reignin' since ninety- six
now it's time for the thunder
Verse 3
open your mouth and name me
I'm runnin' you out of office
you're softer than Bush and Cheney
Go 'head, and try to play me I do
you like I was Amy Fisher
Smokin' a Swisher like
I wish a bitch would
Listen and use your vision cause
livin in this hood
And sinnin' in your division
it ain't about Suge
Niggaz that stay home they scared
to come out shook
Mothers with five kids and
all of 'em got took
It's right in these niggaz face,
but they just will not look
I'm tired,
of the B.S. I'm cheatin' (?) Some rejects
Even though we make the best of what little respect,
we get
This is the life, that was given to me
A rich- ass bitch that's
beggin to be
And don't nobody write,
Verse 4
Gm
what
We 'bout to blow this bitch
Niggaz work hard in the game
poppin' collars now
Bust yo' shit nigga, put them guns down
Put yo' knuckles up,
catch you slippin', dawg
That's how we do it independent
Verse 5
now we 'bout to ball
that got me gassed
Made me want to get revenge
or get the hockey mask
Got beef? Yo the burner's
in the lobby stashed
Get your crew if you want,
all them niggaz is probably ass
I take the long way,
fuck takin' the shortcut
Now we got corporate sponsorships
wrappin' our tour bus
A quick 32, yo them
shits is like warmups
It ain't coincidental in the hood
we was born tough
You chump or get chumped, punk
or get punked
Save your lil' craps homey,
but now I'm back at the bottom
Most 'em hate to spit with me
cause when I rap I surprise 'em
Shit is real, that's why I stay
strapped with a condom
Baskin & Robbins
scared to death
While starvin' artists
is closest to sets
And certain niggaz duckin' me
y'all niggaz know the dealie
So turn the music up and roll a Philly
Verse 6
And I ain't trippin' while you
niggaz just stand on your feet
Ab
Gm
Figaro done walked in the building,
it's time to expand
Comin' with hundreds of grands
and hundreds of plans
You see this Black Wall Street is for
the po' broke and hungry
None of my niggaz on the corner
never be lonely
Stuck in the gutter mayne,
coke packs like Tony
Bricks and pounds of weed half
the city owe me
My shipment too big,
frontin' out the homies
I ain't even trippin',
mayne my pockets never lonely
Benjamin Franklins and Grants
stick together like
Boys in tough weather makin'
noise forever, aah
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