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Let's go Uh-huh (Yo) Let's go You know when me and my brother link It's only legendary shit, nigga Let's go Pete Rock, uh This for the barbershops and liquor stores I'm through pitching raw, but what I spent this week is what a brick would cost I can tell you never been lit before You the type to try to stunt with a bitch that I hit before In a drought I caught my biggest score When it was dry, no snow around like Santa took Christmas off Your bitch hit me, I just missed her call It's gang, if I can't fuck her in my chain, then my dick get soft They hit the crib with a sniffing dog Quarter brick of raw and a picture of Griselda on the kitchen wall Between poverty and wealth, that's where prison fall My bid was like a how to be a kingpin seminar Be very afraid, I carry a gauge My new bitch, she get the most 'cause she barely complain Gucci bulletproof vest that I wear in the raid I bonded out the next day, then I married the game THE BUTCHER SongtexteAyy, yo, 7:30 on Dick Mille (Dick Mille) Don't stop 'til the shit empty (Don't stop 'til the shit empty) What you gwan do? (What you gwan do?) Blow your head off front of mom dukes Went down Fifth Ave and bought everything I only need a pistol and a loyal fiend Kiss a triple beam Took my Shady deal, copped a hundred things I don't chase love, only thing I chase involve big bankin' Wordsmith, I get paid to do the slick thinkin' Pen sharp case you like lip singing Besides rap I seen more crime daily than Chris Hansen For the love of the Ben Franklins Young nigga took the pack on the Jitney base, he lived in the Hamptons Back when the pounds were sixty-five Wasn't trippin', was worth the hour fifty-nine Duffle full, seven plates of the bomb The profit was sweet, the ticket was forty-eight at the time In less than forty-eight hours, I was playin' a dime You was pumpfaking, playing with time Dinner with the plug, he had penny, but I don't fuck with the swine It's all love, he had more work for me that I couldn't decline Dibble and dabble case you tryna fuck around While you lookin' for the lime, I re-up, just rewind Ayy, yo, 7:30 on Dick Mille (Dick Mille) Don't stop 'til the shit empty (Don't stop 'til the shit empty) What you gwan do? (What you gwan do?) Blow your head off front of mom dukes Went down Fifth Ave and bought everything I only need a pistol and a loyal fiend Kiss a triple beam Took my Shady deal, copped a hundred things Aus Songtexte Mania