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100 grand for the takin, we got it here all for us If they were to listen to me it would've been more for us Nigga all I'm worried about if they was recordin us No more sellin bricks for Caesar, he was extortin us Man fuck Caesar, fuck his dope and his reefer My plan got us 100 grand so I'm the leader Yea nigga, you shittin me? You just talkin shit to me All I need is a couple hammers and 20 clips with me Oh is that right D? The rest of us feel like me We don't need a leader, if anybody it might be Hmm, let me guess, you talkin about yourself D You's an OG, just worry about yo health G Man just do what you was told to do, my son is not as cold as you Caesar almost folded you, I got some scars old as you Fuck this nigga pposed to do? I move like a soldier do Man that nigga's colder than you, told you that they over you Told em you was thinkin that you move just like a cobra do I used to sell coke for you, I should've never spoke to you I know how I was coming up, spare me with the funny stuff Fuck all this chit chat nigga, just count the money up I came damn near close to death, probably even broke my leg This is my plan and for that I'm getting most the bread This nigga probably broke the set, I don't think I heard him right You better get this chump a bag, you gon get hurt tonight Yall both gon turns tonight if yall don't get the persons right Brutally stabbed up, I'll be the one to insert the knife SongtexteYall niggas ain't worth my life, at home got the perfect wife But if want the merchandise you ridin in a hearse tonight You better spit that verse to Christ cuz that's who you meant it to My finger on the trigger, already 10 steps ahead of you My nigga what you better do is shoot them in the head with two Leave em on the counter top and me and you can count the gwap Okay but I don't like the sound of shots so I'd rather stab em up Wrap em up, the money's divin, I better add it up Well right now I'm backin up cuz yall niggas is actin up My money I be stackin up so you ain't gotta clap me up I told you he was pussy though, I'm the reason we took the dough I know I'm just a youngin but I am far from a rookie though I don't know about that dog, yea I wouldn't go that far You're still just a youngin, yall type of niggas just act hard Hold up, what you talkin bout? They bout to bring them coffins out Have police talk em out, no surprise that we fallin out Alright this is mano a mano, hand on my Desert Eag Fuck it, I'mma die for this dough and let my beretta squeeze Aus Songtexte Mania