[Intro: AllahWise] Yeah, the author most famous Once again, yo, yo
[AllahWise] Yo, the God drop jewels, bomb fools, pump like Pharmaceuticals, breakin' the rules Break it in, like new shoes, payin' my dues It's like chess you made the wrong move, made you loose Part of me dont mean to be rude Im getting hungry, dude, fix me a plate of food Slidin like beer at the bar Roll them grass out of a glass jar Nah pa' you wrong, Im not a rap star Im drivin in a flashy car, flip T.V. in the dash Mix weed with the hash, look at cheese in the stash Yo, feelin on her ass, me and Donnie Bank crash Hook the bank with the cash, who think that these guns dont blast I laugh, my tank is full of gas, a/k/a Slash Wally Break through the glass of the lobby, tryn'na stop me I'm takin out everybody, don't feel sorry For those who play hero, for the DeNiro For six-zero shots, that spit through the window Duck low, muthafuckas know, shit aint a game Cock and aim, got the name, most famous Rocking with the King of Fame, will put the locks on the chain They sniff raw dope or the 'caine, I ain't the blame for them For stickin' dope all up in the veins, sweatin' like pourin' rain Damn, they look all the same, smoke dust on the bust or the train The rush to the brain, this is a crushin' pain Burn without touchin' the flame, high like a jetplane Now I'm cock blockin' them lame, you heard I came and left death's game
[Chorus 2X: AllahWise] All my next of kin, stay together like Mexicans Playin' to win we got next and
[AllahWise] I'mma trynna lamp in Brazil for a month, cliff, you rollin' a blunt I'm feelin' drunk, try'nna sell a mil' out the trunk It's King of Fame, most famous, BET, black entertainer's back But the game is far back, like Uranus, but the aim is Reach higher goals, keep 'em on they toes Knowin' that they blamin' us, (for what?) When the gat blows, close down rap shows Move where the cash goes, everybody owes This ain't a game, you stink, ho Where's the bank roll, you bitch ass niggas I let you know, what we bang for, battle like it's gang war Bang out on the door, God, bang that nigga face in the floor He should of paid us more, we waitin' for a hot minute Hop right back in it, black tinted Fiber optic locked in the Benz Got rudeboy friends better known as my brethren Burn smoke, gun tote, tucked in the coat Movin' like we broke, on float, robbin' the Love Boat Cutthroat, slash signature Fly clothes, flickin' a picture Don't give a fuck, which rapper richer I blast quicker, like two shots of glass of liquor Ask them niggas
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