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B*t*h (2Raw) Like Mike said, ho B*t*h If you ain't gang up in this b*t*h, then I ain't tryna meet you Like Biggie said, it was sardines and five-dollar pizzas I was sellin' dog, riskin' it all, my b*t*h recyclin' Visas F**k on Halle Berry, she introduced me to that Mona Lisa Y'all got chops, we do too, but y'all don't got the breather I was taught if you up, you gotta feed your people Hundred, ain't nobody get left behind, all my n***as equal With the chop, lil' bro like Drake, he got more hits than The Beatles Statin' facts about your brother, just know it was lethal All that cappin' on the 'Gram, but wouldn't slide for your people B*t*h-made, I put that on my kids, wouldn't slide for you either Trap on me, but I can instantly drip in a snap or a breather Bring half of my n***as with me, other half releasin' The sh*t I spit'll give a n***a chills, b*t*h, I'm half a preacher Bro just scored on another eight and put half in a liter Raw Wednesday through Sunday, b*t*h, I'm half a cheater They say the dogfood so good, it'll have 'em racin' cheetahs I can show the ropes to Ray Charles with that Justin Bieber Heard the feds still tappin' lines, you better grab a beeper They tried to indict us back in middle school for jumpin' people You can look if you want, if you touch, it's lethal One thing about me, it's in the streets, I'll never call the people We gon' slide with them K's or with a Desert Eagle I'll rob you for them 'bows, I ain't tryna meet you Whack a n***a broad day, ain't no heart in me One shot, I hit the bullseye, I know archery Baby, I don't want no Percocet, take this bar for me I gave the fans sixteen bars, you bought a car for me I made a killing off the soft, but it's the hard for me Did an EP with one of my n***as, had to charge Lil E Drinkin' Wockeisha every day, but I got Par for cheap Five-seveN knocked his chin off, made it hard to eat 41 Rollie on my wrist, Hutch did the bezel He caught me sticking d**k in her jaws, now his b*t*h in trouble I'm finna triple up off this bag, yeah, I mixed it double You would never know the right play 'cause you missed the huddle Fifty piece on my first kit, I'm a hood legend Mike, when is you gon' let me f**k? That's a good question Unc' off Addys, suckin' b*t*hes' toes, he got a foot fetish Just upped a hundred racks on my opps, now they look desperate Alright Alright Alright Alright Upped a hundred racks on the 'Gram, now they look jealous Bought a fake pint of Wockhardt, got the book separate Hell yeah, I'ma keep swipin' 'til the hook catch it Stop postin' five hundred dollar features, it make you look desperate Gucci coat thirty-two hundred, only wear it once We the ones droppin' all the bodies, they scared of us Mad at Mike like, "Why you go to Hutch and f**k your bezel up?" Was finna drop the skelly AP, but that's an extra buck Ghetto Boyz, b*t*h, it's in our blood, we make it look easy Hundred shots on one gun, it's just me and 3zzy Pint of Wockhardt in one pop, it was me and Peezy Was really payin' seventeen-five for bricks, I believed Jeezy I don't want no 1942, I'm a lean drinker Even if he die off first shot, I'ma keep squeezin' I'm tryna cut a whole brick up, I need a meat cleaver Dropped thirty, then Mike dropped, it was repeated (2Raw) Ghetto Boyz sh*t, n***a, you know what the f**k goin' on RMC sh*t, n***a, MCD sh*t Yeah, shout out my? alright
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