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(feat. The Commisiona, Guce) [JT the Bigga Figga] Man I devour emcees, spittin verses over trees Have a motherfucker lookin for me overseas Turnin G's to millions, the millions into billions Cuz I'm tryna make this shit happen for my children The twins, got me on the hustle after ends All in the wind and keep far from the pen Here we go again (go again) the Hen' got a nigga tilted Bent like L-Bone so the competition quilted I spilt it, worldwide to all the newses Fuckin with this, ya loose it - get a verbal bruisin You know pursuin the paper, treat my destiny so if ya next to me ya better be about it To put yourself in jepordy cuz shit done got crowded I can't allow it, mob shit bitch can't live without it Somehow found it unbelievable to be unbeatable In my eyes, facin competition we unseeable I'm finna see a bid so please Man we can see the final finishes My team; a lot like acid, leavin shit sizzlin Rockin straight jean suits and Timberlands With a hollow for you, penalty for disrespectin Even then get a testin, my westcoast connection We rippin fleshes, tearin intestines out of chestes SongtexteBitch! (bitch!) bitch.. (bitch) ya know [Hook x2] We live the life of thugs; slangin drugs and duckin slugs On the block collectin knots - it ain't no love We tryna flip somethin; like a drop Benz, sittin on dubs Ridin low, flippin on bitches, blowin on bud [The Commisiona] Yeah I just got off the private plane, doin a show with the Big and Tel Tired as hell, we happy to be back in Pimp City Thinkin about the night before at the show We had the whole party Get Low on the flo' Happy to ball, ghetto stars, the other side of the globe gettin jiggy, makin the crowd astonished the way we minglin Got it locked now, keepin it locked down Niggaz lookin at us like we some suckas from outta town I didn't trip though, till I seen one of them niggaz slip this other nigga a pistol I called my kin, told them to bring the bulletproof camel with the black revolver - they lookin at us like we shystie outta towners glass ballers, and I guess some of these niggaz flawless He said, "No problem, I'll be there in less than five whole minutes" Time is timid, so bring the bulletproof vest too After I got off the stage, niggaz were scarin hoes with a penis Nigga believe this, I ain't lyin, man that's it we film it [Hook x2] [Guce] Slidin in my two-thousand Caddy Sweepin up the change from the block When the glock shot, it's all day everyday - we bang E-B-K, get yo' wig pushed from the cake We ride southside, westcoast on mind Kiss the motherfuckin fo' five Hit him up Mobbalotti, runnin from the one time Get Paid Mafia, shinin like diamonds The Cardier make a hoe stare Dick bustin through yo' pussy hair Ghetto celebrity, thuggin till the death of me Drinkin bullies with the gang, westcoast connect mayne Blow a tree to maintain, do assault for petty change Money over bitches, ridin on dubs, these bitches From Highgrove to hittin switches Get Paid, all about the cheddar, square-ass nigga Hatin on a playa - the mob gon' getcha Split ya, rippin yo' pockets on the regular I'm that nigga that you scared of! [Hook x2] Aus Songtexte Mania