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6 foot da jussa ni, rehnda barrel'a moohre taneya Mere purkhe dasde ne, ni mein ladan layie hi baneya Jeone to maarne tayi, ni mein kamm jaanda' saare Meinu Vairi Kehnde ne, 47 ni Muteyaare Mere Vairi Kehnde ne meinu 47 ni Muteyaare, Uhh Sick, thicker than most of these tricks I got my mind on making money but you stuck on these fake b*t*hes I stay blunted and never frontеd and I doubt if I do Cause if I did then I'd get bеat up by f**king crew A real n***a since you figure that you ready to box You catch knots from my n***a Freddie Foxxx Uh, you don't really want none from 'Pac Cause I be strapped with a Glock And throw thangs like I'm born to pop I hit this motherf**king gin and I be all in Hell yeah, young n***a straight balling And everybody wants to see if I'm a G Weighing 165 and I'm high till I f**king die Thug Life in this motherf**ker catching wreck Big Stretch hit me off when I hit the set But now I'm cool cause I'm tipsy and I feel a n***a tryna see if I'm a killer, come on Meinu Vairi Kehnde ne, 47 ni Muteyaare Mere Vairi Kehnde ne meinu 47 ni Muteyaare, Uhh I got seven Mac-11's, about eight .38's Nine 9's, ten Mac-10's the sh*ts never end You can't touch my riches Even if you had MC Hammer and them 357 b*t*hes Biggie Smalls, the millionaire, the mansion, the yacht The two weed spots, the two hot Glocks Huh, that's how I got the weed spot I shot dread in the head, took the bread and the lamb spread Lil' Gotti got the shotty to your body So don't resist or you might miss Christmas I tote guns, I make number runs I give MCs the runs dripping When I throw my clip in the AK, I slay from far away Everybody hit the D-E-C-K My slow flows remarkable, peace to Matteo Now we smoke weed like Tony Montana sniff the yayo That's crazy blunts, mad L's My voice excels from the avenue to jail cells Oh my God I'm dropping sh*t like a pigeon I hope you're listening, smacking babies at they christening So you better grab your pistol 'Cause if you sit still, I'm gonna make your f**king sh*t spill And I'm talking 'bout buckets, why did I have to do it? Sadat said f**k it, you got a gun, n***a bust it 'Cause I got mo' shots to pop ya Big Poppa, breaking you off something proper Signing off is the hardcore rap singer AKA crack slinger, bring it any time n***a Meinu Vairi Kehnde ne, 47 ni Muteyaare Mere Vairi Kehnde ne meinu 47 ni Muteyaare, Uhh Couple apnas, couple karleh Yeah, I just blew a chase from the mameh (oh gone) Harami karla with his army (army) Zooti and glassy in my party (glassy) Moosewala and Mist, what the rahted (aah) Pull it out and bark it, at the target Still get busy with the strizzy, I'm a artist (aah) All the way to the bank, yeah, I'm laughing Raule na' naal jurhde ne, sun saah' loka da sukda Din jaap to shuru hunda, aa ke paap te mithiye mukkda Baki puchi akhbara to, ni mein ki a mere baare Meinu Vairi Kehnde ne, 47 ni Muteyaare Mere Vairi Kehnde ne meinu 47 ni Muteyaare
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