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(Coach me, Joey, Vonte on the beat, n***a) B*t*h In the spot baggin' up them ?bows, finna?shoot?'em out Unc' got?some big-a** veins, I watched him?shoot an ounce You short on the payment, have my n***as?come?move?your house Opps keep?tryna avoid the?beef, made ?em move south Told Joey this sh*t on the floor and I'm ready for it Rio got some sh*t on his wrist, he paid a Chevy for it I just made a seven thousand play right on Livernois Girly keep askin' what I claim, b*t*h, it's Ghetto Boyz Still RMC 'til I die, ain't no question 'bout it Water whip the dope with some sh*t, it made eleven thousand Yeah, Ri my brother, we just grew up in separate houses Blade got off them Percs and start shootin' need better counseling Me and Mike in this b*t*h talkin? dumb and dumber Chasin? Hi-Tech with Wockhardt, I'm gettin? numb and number I be sellin' half of bricks for thirty-six to my country bumpkin If I drop another chain off hittin' puppy, them hunkies comin' You be talkin? 'bout a bunch of bullsh*t that don't matter Let a b*t*h call her brother on me, I'ma blow at him Left pocket full of wrinkled money, came from dope addicts Used to walk around with ten thousand, that sh*t got so tragic Let me get an M, I'm comin' home with it, brodie, don't worry Scared to p*ss in that cup right now, I know I'm so dirty Mike ain't tryna bust a pill down, he want the whole thirty Used to wanna kill for six or seven racks, now I can blow thirty Nike joggers off the Yeezy runners, chase you down with quickness Runnin' through the load, asked the plug to send another biscuit Told my b*t*h I wanna f**k her friend, she so open with it I'll do whatever this sh*t take to promote the Mitten Brick came up short, but I know how, I put lotion in it Damn, Mike, how you steal my girl? I just stroke her different She said you a no pape'-havin', controllin' n***a I hit the b*t*h with everything I had, I put shoulders in it Stayed down loadin' up, I timed my rise to the top I was in the alleyway cuttin' pies out the box Auntie f**ked my head up, I seen her nod off the rocks I need a roadrunner to come stuff this dime in her t*** Ayy, go grab a paper towel, unc', your nose runnin' I got some 'bows comin', all you probably got is hoes comin' When the world open, I'm droppin' two more Rollies off 4Sho money Stop talkin' crazy 'bout that fifty racks, that ain't no money You still wearin' Nautica? Bro, you so dirty My stomach hurt right now, I quit drinkin' lean cold turkey We ain't had sh*t, rappin' at E house, we had a long journey N***as still flashin' lil' money, that sh*t so corny We in this b*t*h f**kin' with Joe, the 4 upside down Drop a five in a six-ounce pop, then turn it upside down Any n***a take a shot at me and miss, he must go now I got a small gun on my hip'll make a bus slow down Yeah, n***a, Ghetto Boyz sh*t, n***a What up, Joe? What up, Mike? N***a Know what the f**k goin' on Damn, that b*t*h stopped?
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