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Pastor Troy:KD had called and gave me the wordSaid this nigga had ten birds, in Augusta for the weekFrom the islandsAs soon as K told me this shit, I started smilingCause all I could see was money pilingShit, on top of moneyNow, ??? with the money for the week, and ChesapeakeThe heat made my nigga take a breakIf I could catch all 10 of them bitches, and I don't look suspiciousI'ma sell the fucking quart for the ?? the ha haAs I told K bye bye, he shot me adviceIf you gone do it nigga do it nigga, fuck thinking twiceThis is ya nigga for lifeGo fight 'em fire for fireHit my hip when you finish said his calling card expiredHung up the phone, contemplating on who help me do itThere's Kia and Jessica and then Rhonda truittNow Jessica to stupid and Kia lie to much,I guess I'll take Rhonda, cause Rhonda don't give a fuckBut first I got to pump her upI'm give her what, 10 g'sTell her if she really love me she would do this for meEternally we'll be together for better or for worseBut first we got to take these niggas to the hearseSongtexteBurst in they shit, get the bricks come back outI'm be waiting in the chevy, you know I'm ready to take em' outIf they front 'cha baby, come on, we make it we richCome on, shit, Rhonda, my down ass bitchChorus: I'm the realist bitchI'm mo' realer than realityFuck that dumb shit, it take nothing to a casualtyWell I'm the realist bitchI'm mo realer than reality (well uh huh)Fuck that dumb shit (uh huh)It take nothing to a casualty (what)FBI be after me, quareter ki in my womanly (uh huh)Coming back from St. CroixFirst lady to Pastor Troy (well come on)Even I'm a Georgia Boy, cause boy I'm ready jack (well uh huh)All you got to say is where them pussy niggas hangin' at (well uh huh)Drop it like a maniac (uh huh)Set it off by myself (well uh huh)Fuck them pussy motherfuckers and who ever elsePastor Troy:Okay baby, you set it off, there will be no more living singleI'll be ready to tie the knot after we lick them for them blocksGrab the glock, and shot out the lot, and keep on bustin'Then I'm gone bust in cusin' and leave his punk ass fa' nothingNow what's in store for you is 10 g's(That's enough for me, I don't give a fat fuckwhat's the fucking hold up?)About this time I saw a truck, to a familiarK had said them motherfuckers had a truck similarPassengers are him and her, playing some reggae shitTwo a.k.'s, me and my bitch, one false move we gone spitGuess the driver thank he slick, dred head motherfuckerGuess he most be know my bitch, Rhonda watch them motherfuckersThat owe 'em money, that what, with K.D. & ChesapeakeHeard that when he spoke with me and now her folk want to smoke meIf he had the keys all I can do now is wonderBut for now me and Rhonda filling 'em up with the thunderChorus: (Repeat 4X) Aus Songtexte Mania