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W-wh-wha, what, what?

Mobster, turn that up
Yeah, uh-huh uh
shit
Uh-huh what?
Jayo, Jayo me on this one

Jayo, I hope I don't ever have to go back to
Hello but if I do what I do
(That's I do)
Jayo, I I don't ever have to go back to slangin
Hello but if I do what I do
(That's I do)

Grindin' out of my aunty's backyard, that's the
I been havin' more than a pinata, more cake than Betty Crocker
Get on the horn and hit me on my locker I'm fake ID havin'
Strikin' and on a suspended expired license comes in

Buy it from the nigga with the best and the lowest prices
Spendin' that capital the big homey advanced me
In front of me with the nigga
I love plus I'm labeled rough rider
for bringin' bitch ass niggaz out of hidin'

Charlie Hustle, I I won't have to go back
To sellin' sherm sticks but if I do what I do
Charlie Hustle, I hope I won't have to go
To sellin loop but if I do that's what I do

I stabs a nigga, and came out
'Cause his heart pumps Kool-Aid, so I mixed it with my chicken
Barely livin' and headache with a deuce-deuce
Now I gotta put my snub nosed to use

I'm dangerous it gets crucial, I loves conflict
Fuck a headache I'm jackin' for pounds of bomb shit
And now my fingers is sticky like Sticky from the greenery
You gon' retaliate, nigga what that to me? Bitch

When you shoot crooked it's Cartwright, on site I'm takin'
It's gon' rain on your head, I'm tearin' the off this bitch tonight
As you like Guy, for tryin' to swipe my pie
Nigga DIE your bitch give up the Beaumont

All my havin fancy dreams
(Fancy dreams)
Comin' up 'cause we all on a scheme
(A scheme)

All my niggaz fancy dreams
(Fancy dreams)
Comin' up 'cause we all on a money
(A scheme)

All my bitches havin' dreams!
(Fancy dreams)
Comin' up we all on a money scheme
(A scheme)

All my havin' fancy dreams!
(Fancy dreams)
up 'cause we all on a money scheme
(A scheme)

The freight, nigga the hype
Beotch, you gotta pay me to breathe on the mic
High, higher a dust cloud
Hella disrespectful, all up in the party talkin'

Systemized, a striker, when I was born
My mom and daddy shoulda me Isiah 'cause I'm a Rider
Sole survivor, Hillsider, block Magazine Street
Narcotic preparer heroin provider

I'm vicious, mean and mad doggin' niggaz
Like the, the Grinch Who Stole Christmas
I like to, like to, finger fuck up in clubs
her home and get rug burns on my nuts

Stuck, Gordon's Gin and Donald
Nut, all on her spine and on her
Fuck, major
Then I pass it to my Mista Jayo

Up the glass is shatterin', bitch it matterin'
scatterin', see me and forty start splatterin'
The cowards are heartless, so you like flames
Niggaz that got snake eyes get broke up like dice

Fuck a bitch, why? skeezers don't please us
So I just go around fine wine like Jesus
And every time I a spit it's a hip-hop quote
Drinkin' Moesha Brandy, head spinnin' hundred spokes

All my bitches havin' dreams!
(Fancy dreams)
Comin' up 'cause we all on a money
(A scheme)

Still drinkin' Krypton brothers is
Then I snap like a turtle
Nigga, shittin; on the world keeps my fertile
I grow my own shit, fruits, vegetables and

It's down and forty nigga
You know you gon' get
Get your land you can old man
Niggaz so dope they named me twice like Duran

Killa nigga put on 'em and feed 'em to my hogs
See I leave no evidence for the police
Now off the low stroll we go so flow
Lil' bitch, we the shit the people said so

You can't a lettuce from a cabbage silly rabbits
Get these chips even if it means lettin' motherfuckers have it

got out of line, I had to ice him
Reached into my drawers, and out my strap
Motherfucker got out of place, I had to him
Reached into my and pulled out my strap, check it out

Nickle chrome planet Clint Eastwood special
Designed for staplin' and toe taggin
Po-po me up a citation 'cause I was saggin' and draggin'
My bitch, by her

I had to, I had to make the bitch bleed, New Year's Eve
She tried to hit me a fryin' pan, my attitude wasn't carin'
Backslapped that hoe in of her parents
More ki's than a

It gets mannisher and and mannisher
Smokin' on a roach, loitering in a parkin' lot
up gang signs
To as if he was kind of first base coach

I luh I my egg poached, hard over easy
In the drive through, at her breezy

All my bitches havin' dreams
(Fancy dreams)
Comin' up 'cause we all on a scheme
(A scheme)