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(feat. Billy Bathgate) Look... I'm here to make a mil off of fifteen bricks I rob for, can't see me workin' for Job Corps It's Gates, dog A little introduction to me Crack's D unto himself Who else fuckin with me? Who got the shit in a chokehold? Who gettin that powder? Who got the candy red 'Pala sittin with M. Holla? Its real life and I aint got to act in a flick or make a skate and play like I'm blackin a bitch Young'n... I like the 5, but feel right in the 6 Its more roomy, so I can feel right in your bitch Shit, I drink Velvey, Henny, and Cris In the hood they call me can't-get-right But I can get right It aint a ho in harlem that can't get piped or any five boroughs My 9 semi starts trouble I want y'all to act up SongtexteGo head and play dumb Billy Bathgates my name, huh Nigga, I shot ya (Yeah...DJ Clue...Desert Storm...fat shout: my nigga Just Blaze, Enigma, word up) Aus Songtexte Mania