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Look, vibe with me Rhyme is tricky, who ridin' with me Who kinda miss me can kindly miss me, you kinda iffy Don't know the history? I'm from the city of stop and frisk me The cops is jiggy, they spot the blickey then try and get me My pops a Willie, said "Give her fifty, she pop her kitty" He Bad Boy and he Poppa really, it's not a Biggie See my committee, block offici', it's not an ishy Or I'm too lazy to cross roads, if not, I'm busy It's not a mystery who shot Ricky, but where the difference Between the tré and the dough, boy, we bred different So bear witness, this can leave you with head missing If y'all can hear me, I guarantee you the feds listening So I be spittin' in barcode, nothin' left in the tap, dog And after the last call, the bar close This my Cohiba, cigar blow Even Tony Stark knows the tension is thick as Wallabee Clark soles But did I mention I'm sick and gotta be hardcore Hard-boiled, taking your base, that's what we ball for Money over bimbos, that's what the Mob for Rappers stuck in limbo 'cause they were settin' the bar low Every time I rhyme on a track, it's like a combo King, we put the nine to your back, it's like you Rondo When it come to John, though, I'ma slaughter a John Doe Drag him through a drive-thru like he ordered the combo Hands on him, we wild style with the cans on him SongtexteThen come defeat, that's my beliefs and I stand on 'em Give you the beats, no Doc Dre or brands on 'em Some band want 'em, these verses hot and the fans want 'em I'm from the school of them hard knocks with harder standards I've been a hard rock before they added the Arm & Hammers My meth bananas, bogus method, we call it bama Gun on the camera so we can shoot them in panoramas Na-nana-nana, I'm feelin' petty but watch your manners Use proper grammar so we could stop with the propaganda No type of slander but tell them hoes, "I'm not your Santa" Just want the body, nobody tryin' to pot-and-pan ya Cop scanners, a fuller house but we not the Tanners If shooters bringin' them Hawks out, then it's not Atlanta's If time is money, I got time and time saved I pull your blinds and stop shine behind shade Nobody get 'til I got mine, my mind made If time is money, I got time and time saved I pull your blinds and stop shine behind shade Nobody get 'til I got mine, my mind made If time is money, I got time and time saved I pull your blinds and stop shine behind shade Nobody get 'til I got mine, my mind made If time is money, I got time and time saved I pull your blinds and stop shine behind shade Nobody get 'til I got mine, my mind made Aus Songtexte Mania