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We know the truth
(Trey made the motherfuckin' beat go crazy, nigga)
Drums in this bitch, Big Pun in this bitch
I got Pippi Longstocking with her tongue out and shit
Give me the cash, I need Long John Silver
Left him in the wilderness, he lucky we ain't finish him
Real criminals with mops like janitors
Temper tantrum dude, Louis V, bag him down
When you was store running, I was thuggin' Slappy down
He ain't killer, when we was kids, we used to slap him 'round
Smoke with me, it get nasty, it's Black & Milds
Tough niggas shed tears when they catch these shells
I should take you to the back and pat you down
His head high, soon it's gon' be a happy sack
We had him dancing and singing like Backstreet's back
When playing ball, had to throw him out, Cactus Jacks
If .223s make me like Mike, hit his back with Jordan
Swiss cheese, never heard of a back of a rim?
Just left SpongeBob holes in Patrick and Sandy
Almost threw it all away double backing on snitches
Talkin' dab with a dealer
Man, what happen to niggas?
Shit, for real
Back for the business, I'm running 'round laps on these niggas
Drastically killing, I'm loading up max in a fully
I got a fully with a dick, if you ask, it's a pully
I'm from the trenches, palm trees, really active, no touring
Mad Max in the story, left some matches here for you
Try to burn me, we'll set his whole mattress on fire
Black badges and Ferraris
MacBooks and Ataris
Blackjack 21 him
Tit-for-tat, no cease fire
Fish with LED lighting
Don't you ever think robbing
Life's a gamble, we got 'em
Copy that, nigga
Hashtags, nigga
Trash bags, nigga
These Glad bags'll put you in a white sheet
Let it rip, Beyblade, my heart darker then Wesley Snipes
One to the chest, one to the head, nigga, we don't got all night
Bitch, I'm from the Stinc Team, we ain't doing no fighting