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C'mon, God, uh, you know what we gotta do, son
You know what I'm sayin'? Word up (them millions, fam)
Make that millions, fam
No doubt
It's only there for the taking, son (take it all, baby)
Matter fact, let me get some of that beer, son
Niggas drunk all that shit (ayo)
41st Side convention, Queens connection
The Bridge we reppin' any party that we step in
Get the Henny up, VSOP immediately
Extra bent, wildin' out, son, is evident
We stash cream, mansions fulfill my dream
Ice rings gleam, spread love throughout the whole team
Dominate the game, let's have a rule, combinations
No conversation, bring on your good confrontation
You hesitatin', ass bettin', that's bad business
For the game, nigga, get out the business
You waste of space, substitute, here's a replace
We deface, smack the smile off your fuckin' face
Taint the taste, send you home back to vacate
Get your shit together plus your mind straight
Yo, my empire strikes with the strength of poisonous snakes
My entire unit loaded up with snake niggas that hire stakes
We pull off at high stakes
Great escapes, expand, shift team downstate
Dreams of growing old with my son to live great
Little man, I'm plannin' to enhance your mindstate
The rebirth, a nigga who lived an ill life
The one before me was a one even more trife
My understandin', I'll raise you with precise plannin'
And put you on to the whole game of this planet
But I gotta survive in order to follow through
Plans to live lotto, me and my little kicko
Any man tryna stop us, he get wet, though
You couldn't withstand the snake bite, there is no antidote
You put your hands too close and try to approach
I won't snap at you, I'm goin' for throats
And when you feel my bite, you sing high notes
I peeped you from deep and then you got cut close
My formulae, I live life do or die
Stare into the eyes of a deep wise guy