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La Musica de Harry Fraud
Guests tonight are attorney Melvin Belli, Jimmy Hoffa
Wagwan, huh?

You sold drugs to make it happen, I respect you (I respect you)
Know some parents might neglect you, never treat you like you special (Never treat you like you special)
McDonald's, I had three for twenty, meet me by the restroom (Meet me right there)
Now I'm in the condo in Biscayne, it got the best view (Beautiful)
I see the ocean (I see the ocеan), exotic climates got me ashy, I'ma need somе lotion
To really make it out the trenches, you gon' need devotion (You need devotion)
Dedication ain't valued like it's supposed to be (Nah)
Got post-traumatic stress disorder, so watch how you approachin' me (Watch)
Overseas they treat me like I'm Lenny Kravitz, Foamposite addict
If you see the pennies, grab 'em (Grab 'em), we in Diddy mansion
I'm asking 'em questions about Ma$e and B.I.G
Nothin' been in it for a minute, it make you hate your fridge
Flamboyant like Big L, smokin' the L on Lennox
Right in front of menacin', the streets'll give you real instincts (Uh)
Real n***a, they been extinct (Been extinct), open that bag and I bet the building stink
Harry Fraud provided the wave, I'm just tryna feel a breeze

I asked the most brilliant lawyers and here's what they said
You bust your gun to feed your family, I respect you (Boom, boom, boom)
I just came up on some racks, ain't gotta sneeze for me to bless you
When your Rollie cost a house, n***as ain't livin', they try to test you (Uh)
Might've knew you all my life, lately, I wish I never met you (Never met you)
I've been walkin' on the beach, Dior slippers with the sand on 'em (Sand on 'em)
I was out of town, I put my man on 'em, he had a couple grams on him (A couple grams)
You ran on 'em, if you talk about that sh*t, just stand on it (Just stand on it)
Been all about the bag, Cali swag, pulled up with Vans on him
Know that everything I do, it's for the family, understand me
NYPD tryna jam me, I've been tryna win a GRAMMY (GRAMMY)
I'm investin' in stocks, no longer invest in the block
The one you helpin' be the next one to plot (Next one), so while they talkin', I watch
Casamigos vibes, me and my guys, now we just talk over shots
I peep the cops, that made me park up the block
That sh*t look hot, Momma used to cop, the sh*t she wasn't for
And I just keep on comin' back, I'm like Jordans, now I'm important
I just pray you ain't informin', just gave sixty to my lawyer

When, when you're giving interviews, [?], they're gonna seem sad
Often somebody will talk about some past problems you had with the law
And you say, "All I have to say about that is the court threw that case out"
That's right
Strange to say that I hoped you would go to prison in those days
Nah, I understand what you're talking about, the media made me look as though I was probably one of the biggest goons, that ever took place in this country and that I was some kind of an illiterate bum (bum, bum)

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