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[Curren$y:] Let the little homie kick it in the auto shop with us Long as he can make store runs and keep his mouth shut Same way I came up All my triple o's was hood famous Nice guy surrounded by wolves, wild dangerous that's where I gained this cool Walk this talk, you trying to duplicate and make tools All you do is make fools of yourselves Underground jewels testa copping pot, wallet in the wishing well Evidence, niggas can fail Tryna get close to the jet code But it will never get deciphere by a rookie pilot That's why I sit opposite to drive a 63 impala bad bitch Change steering wheel guidence I'm out the window sky watching, plotting as usual That's what I'm doing when I'm quite Can't remember shorty name but she had that loud pack The other night in tallahasse and I thank her for that Fine, freaky [?] with her legs behind her back In the wee hours of the morning, picture mailin that she horny But love I'm tryna fuck with this money [Chorus:] We bust raps like d-boys bust gats, we the type of people that don't burry the axe We bust raps like d boys bust gats, we the type of people cutluss, monte carlo, regals We bust raps like d-boys bust gats, we the type of people that don't burry the axe SongtexteWe bust raps like d boys bust gats, we the type of people cutluss, monte carlo, regals We bust raps like we bust these gats, we the type that don't bury the hatch We bust raps like we bust these gats, we the type of people chevy's and gmc's to We bust raps like we bust these gats, we the type that don't bury the hatch We bust raps like we bust these gats, we the type of people chevy's and gmc's to [Prodigy:] Fuck it, it's the life of the shooting star Gotta move smart Can't get caught slipping there all wanna see me fall Take my punches like a troop but take my loses like a man And come with the territory, take the good with the bad Throw the dice watch them tumble where they land so big Everything is not strategic, sometime we risk our life Sometime we risk our love, our money and our freedom Fuck that bullshit we feed it, to see if you gone eat it In new york we manipulate naive dummies We beat you on the head it's just game we be running Sometime, but most of the time we don't play They can't figure us out, we like it that way The road to the riches so long I be catch blisters All these crabs in a bucket pull you down tryna get em Every man for them self, every women won't bags and shoes We the type of people that'll find you Aus Songtexte Mania