LYRICS
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Bitch I'm mack maineAnd this young moneyYou better get 'emStraight out the hood a young hoodlumDone what I shouldn't did what they say I couldn'tHid where all the killers hid atHung where the other hustlas slung atWaiting on the get backGet thatFlip thatDebating on the mix matchSwitch that from dope to coke I'm blowin up fastNow you niggas is slowing up fast(secret weapons)"I can hear myself but I can't feel myself,I wanna feel myself like tweet!"Now my niggas is blowin up avesIf I tell 'em you niggas is holding up cashRollin up stepping outta the phantom's assPut cha litters away ur talking to a can of gasThere's nothing to say no matter who comes to askAnd murder ain't funny but we do love to laughShit we just living take money take bathsTake a nigga bitch and fuck herAnd send her back wit nothingNow isn't that disgustingGive him back his sista give him back his cousinYea, go make a stack or somethingGo and buy yourself a spine and give back the frontin'Yea and to end that discussionI been had strength I just got the muscleFuck ya, this that 'n' the otherI see my people struggle wish that they wasn'tThe government try to put us in a muzzleBut you're two fingers ain't the pieces to da puzzleShit say to each his own hustleAnd I hustle all night and then go home to the fussin'Then wake up to the fuckin'Breakfast in bed don't forget my english muffinHawaiin punch tastes like robitussinA nigga jus livin jus breathin jus puffin'Come on mama drop down and curl upDick millimeter cock back and murdaAye senorita we cannot go any furtherIf my girl catch us both in the spot she will merk usPussy niggas talkin all that slop we will merk causeHungry ass niggas I tote two hamburgersWho want beef? who want beef?I bring it to your front door and now youseem nervousTwo seater swervin'Traffic to hell wit itShit you can't die with it can't go to jail with itMight as well wild in it passin and feelin' itMe I excel fishtail and tailwhip itGive them niggas somethin' to tell them bitchesSmellin like money at a full court scrimmageIf found at the table got a four course dinnerYoung money cash money dump a fatty on da winnerAnd yet he understood us so when we told em' break it offCause gangstas don't' talk one word'll be a walkAnd yo platoon can't handle the destructionHard body baby killin' sound like seductionThem niggas chase dope bitches follow the instructionsSometimes you gotta put the whole rooster in the ovenSo tell the public I'mma do my thingJust as soon as I hear dat bingGotta come inComin' upYou niggas jus runner upAnd runnin' up'll get you in that wheel chair foreverIt's whateverI'm still here foreverCause the lil'nigga better than all you niggas togetherI'm gone
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