Tonalidad: D minor•
Intro 1
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[Verse 1] From cuttin' solid
Verse 1
Purico to
stack Fritos
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went from grams to kilos
Mac in one hand,
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in the other hand grands and see- notes
game got my eyes wider
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than a 430 Buggy
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no tellin' what the fuck
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I'll do for this money
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stay posted up close with
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killers and cut throats
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the thoroughest bitches who
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in they pussy stuff coke
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as I cook and cut coke with the bakin'
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soda Arm and Hammer
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palmin' hammers
think you crazy? nigga,
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my clique's bananas
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takin' over with the Mafia
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hittin' niggas for they
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bricks like Gracias
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the cockiest, it's obvious,
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it's me, he, who?
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confront frontin' niggas like "You want it? well nigga,
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me too"
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what the fuck, I'm callin' your bluff,
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niggas act like they stopped
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makin' guns after they made yours
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I'm sponsored by the NRA, DOA rules
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grin and stand over your
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coffin like "Hey you!"
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tell the Devil I'm comin', keep it hot
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for now I got my eyes on
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a billboard spot
don't stop.
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[Chorus 2X] Die
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for it
take the stand, lie for it
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blow trial, get up in the chair and fry for it
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never tellin' or snitchin'
rather swim with the
fish'n
mothafucka respect it,
the commission
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Verse 3
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[Verse 2]
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(First 4 lines
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with Jamaican accent)
I buy and sell bricks with
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my nigga P.D.
down with the team called B.B.E.
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now if you want to join the team
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you know you must see me
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buy ya can't talk to FEDS or dick R.I.D.
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It's a cold World baby boy,
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fuck it, I'm colder
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Animals on my back keep my warm,
my armor
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Frank Lucas persona,
warmin' coke up in the sauna
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let me warn ya,
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trip against my team you's a goner
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infact it's drastic
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a couple Million in the mattress
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with a safe dick I say fuck taxes
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rather endulge in duct
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tape pig tie tactics
crime pays
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nigga, Nine- Hundred and
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Ninety- Nine ways
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my destiny's vague,
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will I survive or blow trial?
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lay shot up, Puff cryin' in denial
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while my enemies smile, buried in style
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Gucci suits and cufflings
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sneakin' drugs through Heavens customs.
Interlude 1
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[Chorus] [Verse
Verse 4
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POP POP POP! warning shot,
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who's to blame
Shyne mothafucka, don't
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forget the name
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stretch the Caine,
to cop the house and the plane
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'till my Massacre, slain
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brains hang from the window of my Range
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fuck the FEDS, 2 green and one red
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Firm tight, hold the dice
in this game of life
Aces suffice
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paper's a must
Fallen Angels and Angel dust
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my team do dirt to avoid
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layin' in the dust
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Million dollar portraits in my fortress
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of course it's Po
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bloodstainin',
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aeroplanin', Four- Hundred horses slow
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Platinum cable, round table,
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so all the bosses know
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I'm takin' over
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'cause they coke got too
much bakin' soda
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they say money ain't everything
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you fuckin' right nigga, it's the only thing
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in God we trust, the Holy thing
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I look into my enemy's eye
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let 'em know you play fly you go out Kennedy style.
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Outro 1
Chorus 2x
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