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People got to money
(Gangsta)
Just like
(Just that)
My recipe for
(Murda)
pounds of brown
(Pounds of brown)
Couple
(Couple DT's)
Fo' or of them big things they call shoppas

See I was raised in the
But niggas tote guns and run
Watch out on the one and one the bomb
talk about Miami but they scared to come
Leavin' they family in just to play in the sun

Nigga, we did you done and what you talkin' about
Like droppin' drugs up out of town and keepin' in the house
Ain't give my life to that 'cause over and out
That's how it is you exposed in the south
See

All I need is big on the side of me
a half a brick of yay and a pound of weed
Straight do or die that'll die for me
How many niggas down to ride me
(Hey, hey)

All I is big guns on the side of me
'Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of
Straight do or die bitches die for me
How many niggas down to with me
(Hey, hey, hey)

The reenactment of my first
no remorse and no feelin's
Hell, cuz I ain't know this nigga
The shit was I couldn't just let it go
While I was 'bout my money
Fruitin' bout my dough,
I bust his ass like the muthafucka

Went in with them stunnas, came out them cuttas, cut up
You shoulda seen the jumpin' thumpin'
after bullet pumpin' fully after fully
You muthafuckas in bad choppas
I still got 'em, that nigga for his life but I still shot him
I let him bitch, this is how I feel 'bout ya
I asked him out but now his 'bout to hear about him

I'm the era of the goodfellas, you know
Nigga like Big Ike, Big Nose Bob and Bo
I up on the turf watchin' Murph and them
dropped the top on the bird, that nigga was hurtin' them
I take this shit back to thirties and
Let's see that's way before Bama-ass hammers and loaves
That's in the days when the ave was

Every nigga was money
corner was pumpin' and jumpin'
Huh, but now we in the new era
A new game a different and a whole buncha new killas
Money, money,
time, goddammit I'll say it every time
Betta call us

All I need is big guns on the of me
'Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of
Straight do or die bitches die for me
How many niggas down to ride me
(Hey, hey, hey)

All I is big guns on the side of me
'Bout a half a brick of yay and a pound of
Straight do or die that'll die for me
How many niggas to ride with me
(Hey, hey, hey)

The boy think he gettin' paid, out
AK's, on the ground they lay
That's how we do this shit in
Killer bee's, pictures plottin' killin' me
Them killed my dogg, hell naw it be
Gotta straighten this shit, got SK's extra clips
Holla "killer head", and make them flip the script

Cut it to light, fake the left, rip the right
Them feel my eyes, these bitches down to die
Pull right on the side, raise it up squeeze thang
"bang, bang" till their muh'fuckin' brains hang
I live for this, so damn right I kill for
And I get that feelin', ain't gon' be no hit or miss

All I is big guns on the side of me
'Bout a half a brick of yay and a of weed
Straight do or die that'll die for me
How niggas down to ride with me
(Hey, hey, hey)

All I need is big guns on the of me
'Bout a half a brick of yay and a of weed
Straight do or die that'll die for me
How many niggas to ride with me
(Hey, hey, hey)

(Gangsta)
Just like
(Just that)
My for murda
(Murda)
Couple pounds of
(Pounds of brown)
DT's
(Couple DT's)
Fo' or five of them big things they call