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Yo, those bitches be in the bathroom sniffin', my nigga Fo' real! Yo, in there trippin', my G Get them bitches outta there, like fo' real Soul for shice, boss only can trust once My style? Sum' like Cisko and Gus Blunts Tracks? I lay some, go 'head, move Cause if I pull out You gon' need yo man to pick yo face up Errbody listen, yo aura ain't official As my eyes down to the kitchen, my knives is initial Started at the bottom, dynamite sticks Dirty licks, stickin' the bootleggers in Harlem Splash my fashion, early rap all you want Spit a million barz, still don't change nothin' Type of man sent to the store for more than 20 items And when you get back, you just get ignored I hang around the elders, like grandpa Slick from the Deep Motown niggas specialize wielders Paul Dunner and Rum in my passport, raggedy blood stains Missing scenes from Werewolves in London British slick with henchman spinnin' from days back Touraq bells, ?, iced out way caps I repeat this 100 times, put it on playback Planet A is the illest, PH is the illest SongtexteTurn out spots like gunshots in the ceilin' Already told you, ten dolla a shot You ova here servin' these niggas seven dollar a shot, man We gon' lose money like that Man, you know I only get this shit once a month from the italians Shit Man, you gon' have my muthafuckin' jack list That's comin' out the check That's comin' out the check I need all mines Smoking weed all day and all night (Crash my plane into yo building) We out here ozone Fernando (Aha) I see all the premaddonas is all the bitches they grew up 9 mm. militia, my soldiers' on the film Ready to kill on battlefields, takin' no prisoners Take your head off, cut out your eyes while barbarians bring machetes in Turn your stomach into spaghetti No negotiations its kamikaze fight to the finish On the mainline bang mine right to the business That's where im at with it, fuck love! I'd rather be feared So the next pussy that front I'm a cut of his ears I do my enemies like Idi Amin, Sun Tzu when I scheme Nat Turner and not Martin Luther King I'm a M16 Lieutenant Green Barret Huey P. type To snipe a Politician in tinted With illegal arms, infrared goggles and scopes Survival knife with the compass, box of bullets and rope I'm just here to fill the Hood with Hope Lines flew when they finished Soon as I take one pull of the dope In my city I got born like the pope When I was young in the shake, the mayor used to serve the base heads soap And get chased back and forth from the park But if shit got real, you catch it by yourself and let shit spark The rules of the street: keep tools in the seats Stay muthafuckin' fly from the jewels to the sneaks And my dudes gotta eat, ain't nothin' cool, nothin' sweet You'll be losin' some sleep if you chose to compete Muthafucka Bitch GCM up in da house, nigga, turnin' it out Aus Songtexte Mania