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Aight look I'm a bout tha mike nd I'm a flip it Well bugzy laced the beat nd tito B is about to rip it I grip it The mike just like a muthafukin pistol My flow goes to yo brain nd have you anxious like some crystal I whistle nd have my homies creepin out the wood works Some hittaz with some heataz dat kan leave yo whole hood merked We hood lurk nd do dirt Nd leave you suckaz layed down Den seperate yo ass like some dro after it's wayed down Get stomped out nd smashed on Nigga we get our blast on See in da bay if you is a scrap you won't last long We get our cash on Grinding az nessecary but if you slippin you go end up in da cemetary Like what (Sped Up) It's tito b from the mission st. I'm creepin and packin a machine Nd I'm a sharper than a crease Just smokin wankstaz on the scene Now screw nd chop the speed nd slow for all my focus Everybody sip yo literz smoke yo purp for all my smokerz (Chopped nd Skrewd) SongtexteI lean back in my lac when I take a stroll I roll in white with peanut butter when I cruise control I'm coutin hella dough I'm tryna touch myself a mil I'm freezin thangz wen I talk so you should see my grill Nd fuck a major deal I'm reppin 4 ma homiez I M da 1 nd only nd neva could you clone me Them otherz phoney We call them suckaz knock offs They always run nd hide wen it pops off them Cats is weak son neva in my category jump up in da cicle if you heard anotha story Them catz is weak son neva in my category jump up in da circle if ya heard anootha story like whaa Aus Songtexte Mania