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Yo, I walk through the streets like The grand wizard of poetry, and your Boy got that bling
So nigga just know it's me, Jodeci, Frickin' em, pick locks like Shakin' em, move with
A squad, dust blunts with teeth in em, Gucci trenchcoats, military Velour suits, cold filtered
Through a machine, it made raw Suit, not talkin' Raisin Bran, when He took two scoops, one
Sniffer turned him to a dog like Big Snoop, a smooth operator, code Word nine-11, code word
FedEx, cause I'm sendin' em straight To heaven, Chaka Khan, Chaka Khan, Stalker Dawn, standin
On Onyx, a gold bird in the octagon, Banquets, rakin' in the cream on Telerockathons, wedding
Day, get married on me, and I'll pop Your arm, pop your popper, claps is Popular, set
You blocks long, who shot ya, is What I scream when Big Poppa's on, Young nigga, romancin
With the bag, or I wear hoes in my Shoes, you niggas used to laugh, but Money got hefty
Baby, no garbage bag, I put you First, how the fuck I even ended up Last, most niggas
Stuck in time, late livin' in the past, Revenue for certain, Mimopee, Collect cash, laughin
At you weird niggas, wishin' that I Do bad, Papa watchin' me nigga, You better get your
Own bag, one thing for sure, two for Certain, it's my way, watch me surf It, the ghetto
Crazy, hopeless and hurtin, at least I Gave niggas, somethin' to work With, big body
Range on the highway, move Perfectly, the gears, her pussy too Wet, it drops hairs
I shoulda been an onion, pillow Flow, see the layers, every time I'm In the kitchen
I leave her sad, most rappers know, They just act unaware, countin' up The money, while
I watch the jealous shit, I see the Stress in her face, so I flew her for a Facelift
Why I'm fin' we run it up, and we Don't save shit, niggas mad at me Because, I ain't choose
Basic, fuck em' all, fuck em' all, Motherfuck em' all, I'm still on the Court, jersey clean
Watch how I ball, fourth quarter, Five seconds, buzzer be the bet I Score, had to make the
Game open up like suicide doors, Like a bitch, so I made that ho, get On all fours, the fans
Want it more, I'm back on call, kick In the door, while you whippin' the Roll, it's the
Motherfuckin' piffy boys, need I say More, like, niggas need I say more, Like, niggas
Need I say more