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Oh yeah Oh yeah Oh yeah See I done said so much (so much) I done said so much that I don't even got that much to say I done cried so much (so much) I done cried so much that I can't even wipe the tears away Quiet That's how it be when you come up around gangsters (Quiet) Stylist be the same color my chain is (Quiet) That's how it be coming up on my block (Quiet) Stylist be the same color my watch (Quiet) Hold up, shhh, keep your mouth shut Them street sweepers will come through and clean your house up Us Detroit niggas call that yellow-taping the scene My south niggas call it chopped up, you know We put money on it when it's real, they call me mr fifty a head I'm sending ten niggas to kill ya at ten until Every man got an expiration date and a price All my revolvers got the spinnin' wheel I make the Lord you pray to appear tonight like Vanna White Them racketeering chargers startin' to look like a tennis deal I caught it, got it in my backyard guarding the weed and lookin' like some spinnish spiel, but still I'm dealin' raw SongtexteFrom selling to buying weed, actually I'm stealin' all I'm the last of a dying breed that I'm out here killing off Four of my closest friends don't know their papas so I pull out rows of dollars to show 'em these real forefathers peelin' off Get money See I done said so much (so much) I done said so much that I don't even got that much to say I done cried so much (so much) I done cried so much that I can't even wipe the tears away Quiet That's how it be when you come up around gangsters (Quiet) Stylist be the same color my chain is (Quiet) That's how it be coming up on my block (Quiet) Stylist be the same color my watch (Quiet) Shhh, I should have been born deaf mute Talkin' get you stripped naked Shootin' at your feet, dancin', till Chip and Dale's at your rescue If there's a wrinkle [?] oppress you Look, time is money, I'm on EST Keep playin, light up your block like Christmas E-v-e I'm the new edition of poison: BBD For that bread my niggas will stamp you: EBT I let a hot line sting 'em, you and the cops while I'm singin' Ever since you left the city, now they hotline's blingin', hmm Seen a paddy wagon cruisin' and I'm deducin' That they are only movin' cause all the rumors that you in If I had to draw a conclusion all the gangsters we losing is Because of the illusion, you are not in collusion With the boys that's wearin' blue and it's causing all this confusion And they wouldn't even know, but y'all tellin' what niggas doin' See I done said so much (so much) I done said so much that I don't even got that much to say I done cried so much (so much) I done cried so much that I can't even wipe the tears away Quiet That's how it be when you come up around gangsters (Quiet) Stylist be the same color my chain is (Quiet) That's how it be coming up on my block (Quiet) Stylist be the same color my watch (Quiet) I'm going on an AK-a-thon Throw a Bible at some shallow waters right before I go and pray upon Double parked, custom license plates says I can pay a fine I ain't in the zone, I'm in the mother fuckin' lay-up line Speaking of lay ups, we do homi's based on how we doin' Last lay up line I was in was a body viewing I'm preoccupied with the Earth's ills, good 'erbals First meal was milk, I milk these niggas for my first meal Full circle, off of just talking I can tell types But I still give that bitch my whip test If she not exhausted then she can easily tailpipe Playin' that dirty hand I was dealt, don't complain to me nigga, tell Christ I'm standing over coffins with hammers and screws, with a sickness Man a cure wouldn't hand a nigga these nails right Only hand-me-down I had was inherited head lice But nothing's more bugged out as my head size, I live twice E'ery day, one for the body of Martin Luther King, I'm dead nice Rest call me Malcom, they want me dead because I'm dead right Ask me to spell die, I'mma accidentally spell dice I can shelve a label with my shelve life I'm a rider, but still I steal bikes Out of the field, terrorizing reptiles and field mice I'm cut like I'm touched, a blind man with braille spikes I'm deep, I could break up a mother fuckin' whale fight See I done said so much (so much) I done said so much that I don't even got that much to say I done cried so much (so much) I done cried so much that I can't even wipe the tears away Quiet That's how it be when you come up around gangsters (Quiet) Stylist be the same color my chain is (Quiet) That's how it be coming up on my block (Quiet) Stylist be the same color my watch (Quiet) Aus Songtexte Mania