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Kane, Nigga On the blade I think, I think niggas forgot who you know who gave who gave these niggas this flow you know what I'm saying? Baby Scarface I first taste cocaine in 10th grade Yah Homie at the table chopping Rick James Sent the package off from Texas it's been six days Keep sweating like a pig until that bitch came Nigga had to keep a job living off in my momma's spot Fuck it Imma bust a fucking jugg I'm a juggernaut Choppers on chop it off in that water we was cooking in Yah Loud packs and molly powder all these niggas pushing out Feds looking because I peddled pain to these poor folks The realest niggas that I know ain't never sold dope Yah The hardest nigga that I know ain't never served time Soon as I got me thirty thousand I hit the burner Woo And I brought that dog back to the set nigga you know me for that Shout out to my niggas from D.C. with them scorpion backs Keep this strictly business you can't mix up your homie with that One day you might have to clap a nigga no glory in that Feel like I'm outgrowing all my friends, niggas thinking small Yah Gon' have to write them all a check, just to get shit resolved Yah Turn right back around and write them another one when they trick it off Yah Get successful and watch how quickly niggas get in their feelings dog Bitch Get successful and watch how you immediately become their competition SongtexteNiggas worse than a side bitch, they can't quite stay in a position Don't know what niggas crave more, money or a-fuckin-ttention And these the niggas I'm cool with My enemies I have yet to mention Fuck 'em I got cake bitch can't everyday be my birthday Yah You can't take me off first place on my worst day Yah Streets dry niggas thirsty So I pray that when they come and take me that this mini draco make the earth shake Have a nigga on some underneath-the-earth shit My nigga Shermie caught a murder on his first lick These animalistic instincts that we was born with Felt so pimpish when Alexys put me in the foreign whip Woo Black as hell but rap got me thinking I need a foreign bitch Woo Take my black queens for granted got me ignoring them Names I be calling her nigga I know you be dogging her What kind of man is you that your hood, niece and yo daughter nem. Yah I'm posted at the stove with that yola, that soda lockin' in Woo Ving Rhames guns, butter niggas get margarine Yah Pussy niggas can't play they part we dearly departed them Crip like OJ Simpson you Bart, Homer, and Marge and 'em I rap but I keep weight And I know the streets take Niggas out the game my baby momma told me be safe Why Turned around and said fuck safe I stay dangerous Yah In the set with Sodi no chopper my chain dangling Word Up In the set with deuce I be blood and we gang ganging 'em My nigga Corleone and Diego they smash craniums Yah Living life on high speed nigga that's just the lane we in About to cop a Porsche from that the packet that Freddie Kane gettin' I got cake bitch can't everyday be my birthday Yah You can't take me off first place on my worst day Yah Streets dry niggas thirsty So I pray that when they come and take me that this mini draco make the earth shake Have a nigga on some underneath-the-earth shit My nigga Shermie caught a murder on his first lick These animalistic instincts that we was born with Felt so pimpish when Alexys put me in the foreign whip Woo Black as hell but rap got me thinking I need a foreign bitch Woo Take my black queens for granted got me ignoring them Aus Songtexte Mania