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My dawgy got sum pros for sale he ain't no amateur
If you niggas got sum money you'd be happier
Gotta keep a mop like a janitor
Chopper get to jumping out the gym like Fred Lavender
I could not co-op
I hate a cop
She said I thought you love me told that hoe I play a lot
You a small fry tatertot
50 p's up in the load I'm on the road it weigh a lot
Niggas can not match up with me
They say it's cap in my rap
If it's that come and see
Gotta keep the scrap under seat
Finna hit the road I be back in like a week
I be trippin in my mode
Who the fuck these niggas said they finna fold
We just got the drop to hit his home
But fa now just play it smart
Sit on his shit like willy jones
Won't catch me justifying work
They gone free me by the morning
Why the fuck would I pay em
If I can't leave it to my lawyer
You pop me I pop you
I ain't giving up no story
These niggas need to be in school
Or in the house like they Cory
Free my bro
They say they getting money barely
Broke as a joke boy these niggas parody
Lil groupie bitch name Caroline
She say you left me in the dust and it just wasn't fair to me
Sorry honey i been on the go
I think she only want me cause she think I'm finna blow
Tell them crackers man they better free my bro
So we could hit the road splash gang up the score
Robert Downey gotta keep some iron man
Brody froze with the scrap what's wrong with your fire pen
Gotta keep some hoes fire man
Do not hit me if it ain't about no green Ireland
They still dissing me well tell them try again
Net thugs bro these chumps only tough when signing in
He say we know he what tell him lie again
Niggas letting niggas pop em go somewhere and die again
Like I'm blind
I can't see why I should go and put my stick up