[Verse 1] Follow, I'm like a Lamborghini green Diablo Coupe VT, it's like DVD when I flow Feel me, I'm loved like the great late Malik Sealy The one the player haters hate dearly, but can't near me Homicide can't scare me I o-bide by the laws of these streets sincerely, a real nigga The type that can build with ya Verbalize bring life to a still picture, its God given Been blessed with Allah's vision, strength and beauty Truly my only duty is to dodge prison Play wit me, I'm modest 'til them strays hit me Regardless the circumstances I'ma stay filthy Doe forever, the live stay low forever And fuck niggaz, cause it's hard to keep them close together No dependant, no wife, no co-defendant No forms of weakness, I flow with vengeance
[Chorus] Aiyo, holler if you with me niggaz Swallow if you with me trick Feel me when I talk about this (Gangsta Shit) I got niggaz in jail for life behind this (Gangsta Shit) We stand ride and get down for this (Gangsta Shit) Play with me if you want to nigga Trick where's my money at You die fucking with me in this (Gangsta Shit) I wouldn't have it any way beside this (Gangsta Shit) And when I grow I want to go out on some (Gangsta Shit)
[Verse 2] Listen, I'm not mixed with any studios tricks And no special effects, that you see in flicks It's all rugged, you gotta love it College dorm tape back niggaz gotta dub it Was taught smart, I never had thoughts in my heart I'm stand up My photograph it's like a porch of art, please respect Your ignorance could lead to your death, so don't do it I firmly believe in finesse its no other Come fuck with the clothe lover Coupe pushing dro puffing paper taking hoe toucher toast with me It's like the ghost of Frank Nitty wrote with me For self rock smoke a whole 50, I'm way different Only bitch niggaz stay riffing Show boating til they lay stiffing Do the knowledge, smooth niggaz move lovers Holla back it's on you daddy, you decide it Throw the dice
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I'm adored by the most live Hustler or rap nigga toured on both sides It's all the same, spot game do a close die Won't close shop until mother-fuckers know tie Recognize prepare for the second rise I'm certified, currency is what I'm specialize So pay homage, relate like the Masonic Knowing no man ever really escaped bondage We all trapped, don I started all of that Jewels and bottles, y'all bums y'all need to fall back Ya'll all birds, speaking using wrong words Fuck a woofer, this winter I'm rocking long furs Loosing your face, I move with unusual grace the games locked Retime on proof my taste, y'all can't see me Crab niggaz can't be me Broke bitches regardless y'all can't G me It ain't easy
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