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Ay, how come you won't gimme no p*ssy tonight? Aight, well, shake the spot then, you think you special? I hear your car keys jinglin', get the f*ck out El Drex, what you wanna do? Shai dog, what you wanna do? Kurupt, what the f*ck you wanna do? Nigga, is you a rider, nigga? Is life f*cked up? They let the gangstas in this muthaf*cka, Ice Age I ride for my homeboys I ride for my homeboys Nigga, it's all about the money It's all about the chips Let's get rich, what, what? With my new Tiny Tim, try again Up against the full wind, I'm an alien beast Generate, penetrate, bust shots Then fled, quick sick in the head Rippin' motherf*ckers to shreds Facsimiles, don't know, friend or foe Elusive, nigga this exclusive, conclusive evidence Your vision is short range Rearranged, restructured, recomposed and decomposed Disassembled, dismembered, reconstructed, polished Perfected, demolished, rejected, fo' sho' Like I'm supposed to know this nigga I ain't neva seen him before, my life Bitch ass nigga, who tha f*ck you supposed to be? 'Cause, niggaz, I grew up wit' threw up shit On some I don't give a f*ck shit Makin' enemies, duck shit I'm on some make a million bucks quick Money gone, quick, get a duck sick trick Not the one to f*ck wit' My dyke bitch pimpin' on some Nike Flight shit Ludicrous iron mic shit Stab yo cold heart wit' a ice pick Tha ice age, ice age Tha ice age, ice age Stab yo cold heart wit' a ice pick Now Ben must be either pampered or crushed To regulate, relegate and delegate power Nigga touch sumtin', touch no one and die slower You drain your battery you barely talkin' like Teddy Ruxpin See that's whattup, nigga, I don't give a f*ck Spit some shit so nasty it will make Lil' Kim blush As if a ?98 Bentley didn't tempt me To lay bullshit up in dis 60 But consequently my conscience didn't permit me I'm one third black man One third Jackie Chan and one third sand Shitftin' across the surface of tha land Golden State warrior Let my nuts hang like niggas in nuisance So why you givin' groupies all your Lucci? I've been known for f*ckin' hoochies in Suzuki's And slippin' bougie bitches roofie Loved yet feared, severe yet loved The full time titan, fightin' 3 million over night thugs So get your hand out your rectum 'Cause you can't stop shit, don't rock shit Studio hustlaz claim they got more ki's than a locksmith What part of the game is this? Overtime Gimme the mic, the money, the p*ssy and the order The more the overpopulated, get f*cked and ovary-copulated So all you chumps on some ?You owe me an apology? shit Suck your apology out my dick I ride for my homeboys I ride for my homeboys Nigga it's all about the money It's all about the chips Let's get rich, what, what? We all pawns in the game But every pawn got his personal chess board But how many pieces can you afford? We got reason to believe you a traitor In 20 words or less Webster's definition of a playa hater The reason why you hate me so bad Is 'cause you love me too much But don't like yourself enough And, homey, that's it, your hands probably got calluses From the way you be swingin' on my dick That's why your main squeeze wanna f*ck me for free Slit the finger on my monkey then she dropped to one knee If she playin' wit' her p*ssy, she can suck on my D Then you can cum wit' me until 2 PAC
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