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We've got it killer, an eye witness

This witness arrives on tomorrow's day to testify

After which you're sure to be sent to the gallows

Then we'll see who has the last laugh

We'll see, your witness has got you

Okay, yeah, yo, yo

Son, I walk down the block like it's '76

Pimp robe, fur hat just to match my kicks

And my chains like eighty pounds of frozen ice

I got four bitches with me, no need to look twice

Throw rice at my feet, rose petals, Malaysian salt

I smoke two Cuban cigars and a Newport

The ounce of the blueberry, big bottle of Tito's

Count the plaques on the wall like I sing for The Beatles

Went from label to label, changed my name to Clark Gable

Tony Starkaroni probably fucked your aunt Mabel

In the stash house owned by El Patrón

Big friends in high places, always flying out of zones

Big banks in Sweden, vaults in Morocco

But my all time favorite is a Colombian taco

Live black as an onyx, godly and demonic

The Draco go in your mouth, orthodontics

Globally iconic, Dr. Dre, The Chronic

My new company, Wu Electronics

Scientifically smart, technology art

La Son Jackson and Tony Starks

Undeniable darts, avoiding unmarks

FBI, DEA, all government sharks

All around the nation, they see my demonstration

.44 Revolver, no shell casing

Send you to a coroner, a murderer's formula

My feet up for weeks, Miami Beach, Florida

Sign of success, trust the process

Women with their feet in my sand, topless

Darkman's a monster, yeah, Loch Ness

Nothing in the motherfucking world can stop this

I'm a ski mask professional, always after the decimal

Shoot you in your head, if you live, you'll be a vegetable

I walk the walk, talk the talk, slang therapy

If I spit what I knew then, the courts would burn me

Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key

But my word is bond, that's the code of the streets

If I walk the walk, talk the talk, slang therapy

If I spit what I knew then, the courts would burn me

Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key

But my word is bond, that's the code of the streets

Original, a lot of style

Boom-pow, blowing on the pound, p-p-p-p-pow

Misbehave with flav', now let me show you how

To maintain and sustain as I crush game

Smooth as silk with a little bit of kush, man

Plush game, lavish living

Bust on the pigs with bad intentions

Smoke dope, go for broke, young loc

The homie said 9-1-1 is a joke

And I believe that, so I protect and serve

Every nigga on the block, that's my word

Cadillac driving, stacking, providing

Listen to the sounds of the sirens

I'm an OG nigga on a mission

Beans don't burn in the kitchen

I'm twisting while dipping and cripping

Guard at the gate, live in a mansion

Rap career longer than an extension

Still holding the torch

Got my wine in the Robb Report

Or should I say the DuPont Registry?

If it ain't now, it will be

Grew up on purple, went from humble, be bumping the bubble

Truck full of rubble, in a major way

E-40 cooking out the gumbo, pot in the kitchen at all times

I'm a boss, still write my own rhymes

Been there, done it, been a factor, trapper 'fore a rapper

Been one hundred from day one, quick thinker, fast reactor

Been a fixture, I don't think it's many left

Been the shit like your baby mama breath

Been in it for a while, benefiting

Custom houses and cars is how I'm living

Yo, I walk the walk, talk the talk, slang therapy

If I spit what I knew then, the courts would burn me

Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key

But my word is bond, that's the code of the streets

If I walk the walk, talk the talk, slang therapy

If I spit what I knew then, the courts would burn me

Feds'll lock me up and throw away the key

But my word is bond, that's the code of the streets

Let the person I'm talking about step forward

And I'll guarantee that I will only hold him here until

Until the trial is suspended for lack of evidence

Until he's given back his liberty

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