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(Ghostface Killah)It was the night before he got poppedBig jars of hay Cheech and Chong bong in the spotTropicana strawberries diced bananas the long dookie fifthNext to the Town House crackers Madden on, 2008, a G a gameI'm Ron O'Neil the love seat sunk deepLil niggas bussin off they punk heatI'll make a massacre try to rob one of my donkeysBut I ain't wettin thatI don't wanna send nobody back violently take a napPromise you got something lord that will honor youBlow your lil head off while you're tying your shoeBut back in the kitchen Pyrex'sOccupied by the twins bank robbers with large records hard vests86 got guards on Benetton rugbies and frames that fake guns when they rob ????To them that's natural actual play the ???? we gettin at youAnd we don't want to rap to youIt's not KosherIt's not a code of La Costra Nostra to roast ya I get a little closerRock you to sleep like I got these little bitches come overHoping you falll for the bait thinking you safeHad that ass sweating like T.D. JakesI want the ones nigga you non believers you can ask your mommaNow thats drama(Joell Ortiz)SongtexteDollar icy from papi with the scraper Glock with the laserTrying my best not to pop yet but the trop is majorShot my lil cuz I do my aunt the favor watch thisI never been this itchy hope these cops justGet a doughnut urge and just splurge you bot he nerve to play thirdIn a softball tournament round my way say that's your word you birdI'll put your beak on a curb but anywayLooks like a good game the pigs ain't leaving so I'm a layNice play just too bad it's your lastCouple bundles of D and 200 cash to sack you in the grassSo watch the teams line up shake hands guess the games overFaggot nigga hopped in a Liberty fake Range RoverI'm on his tail like Sonic little shorty palming on a 40Broad day I'm trying to dodge a cover storyLook like he stopping for gass I'm a pluck him yayThis had to be his most unlucky lucky day2 brothers come out of 7 Eleven in army wear and stand thereActing like my tires need airHe closed the gas cap too many things going his waySo I just stashed that you probably think I'm bugging but heyI know them games in Lindsay Park is every Sunday he ain't going nowhereI went home switched gear went out and grabbed me a beer10 drinks later I'm at Burger King window for a WhopperLook left and see partner I hit the stash blokka(Game)Who the fuck you think you is Ron O'Neal?Tat tat what the fuck when that 9 milli peelIs it real realer than Pitssburgh steelYo Ghost pass the toast these niggas is daffodilsGot buck naked bitches counting half a mil gloves onFully dressed bitches watching them with they snubs onWhile I'm in the kitchen pretending to be RaekwonWatching Rachel Ray all day I get my cake onFiends love me like a Drake songRep that Louboutin bottom in my back pocket all day longBlack Wall Mafias Wu-Tang SopranosNiggas steady pushing keys but we don't see pianosNiggas steady pushing Phantoms we don't see the operaNiggas steady rocking dreads you ain't even RastaTake your New Era off and revealThe faggot nigga you are or your cap getting peeledThen we out to Brazil I know niggas in NegrilThat'd chop your fucking head off and throw it on a grillTake the gold out your mouth and throw it in they grillSend a finger to your moms and let her know that it's realNigga we in the field like Chris JohnsonIt's 2010 how the fuck we get 6 ThompsonsTop 10 how the fuck you gonna forget ComptonEvery rapper on your list'll get their shit stomped inI started soowoo I'm the reasaon for that 5 shitCame in the game on that fucking Ready to Die shitSold 9 mil ended up with some fly shitNaked pictures R&B bitches all in my SidekickHow I be killin the pussy should be a hate crimeGot a BlackBerry was getting too much FaceTimeBack to fucking project bitches now I hate dimesAll they want is money my nigga I can't waste mineI son niggas like it's day timeGrey cotton Louis sweat suit with the Ralph Lauren waist linesSmooth as a baby's ass and I got that Baby cashCatch me in the hood same deals Old Navy hadMotherfucker Aus Songtexte Mania