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We in this great lakes state eatin' n shrimp It's hard to miss the crew cause' we all got limps We come with new kicks and stetsons The super bags and the white trash connection No flexin', huh, what I mean You can feel us fool, we need to be seen It's all about the green, not the we be takin' shits free with an lp in circulation, and we be wastin' time Got them all state, all county, all hood It's all good times, the lord For fuckin' people and credit card fraud Were tearin' up lawn, we got herds of lincolns Step into your crib and have your whole stinkin' blink and don't think were soft Hide your money and gold and don't express your thoughts We get mad props, all shops Puttin' stops on they get confused and lose, that's what we do tem from pioneers Leavin' in awe you get jawed for lookin' queer Can you hear me or am I to the wall That's top dog callin' out each and everyone of You get you come and talk that shit But top dogs camp nothing to fuck with And say we didn't warn ya I got this detroit thing with more than california Drunk dj cognac dips me the sidekick thug boy kid with the limp I rip through rhymes a bullet in the breeze And I float tracks like a shark in the sea A we bit shy but I by me And I'm a mean when I have to be Got young g's with sleeves and on hold placed in case somebody feels bold, I told You you can't fuck with these 'cause I make more papers then See we in brotherhood forever is criteria You fuckin' with top dog your fuckin' familia No I ain't feelin' ya, got all I can do to hear Anytime you see me you stand clear You see me in my lincoln, in the drinkin' Who you check bitch, what the fuck you thinkin' You can check me but shit don't slide You can get your life took tryin' to take my You ride with who? man that ain't big I with dogs that'll rock your wig And got all money, detroit to portland Cellular receivers and beepers is what sportin' Your of importance, I don't sweat you Yeah the drinks on me but the on you I'm all about the nothin' at all See I'm not doin much I'm just havin' a ball I'm in bed by four I'm up by I might sit around, I might write me a I go fishin' and again I might not I might get me a 40 or me some scotch The on my wrist that don't even exist A lot of pissed people from appointments that missed I dissed and their mom for spite 'cause everybody's but nobody ever bites Your loud, sayin' nothin' Get you dad, get cousin Go and get your boy 'cause he's as big as a Now take pussy ass click and get the fuck out I'm the estranged, deranged, got like states I live in plush with them hourly rates I do big 8 times a day The crew be livin' at the seafood bay Got a way with the world and now I'm to scramble about to ass out on a no good gamble I handle anything but I ain't down for broke So somebody slides somebody's getting' choked I'm a no good freak, I tweak skin like I lose a little love every day that passes Ain't a masochistic, rock, statistics, I'm a very shy simplitic And get this, people say I changed I'm the mother fucker with the same old name A little extra and extra cash see You fuck me but don't put it past me You wanna me and got no reason I can lay up in the caymans for 4 straight I ain't a pnk, I to be I live for is not what used to be Your all up in the that's ass Hear I say I'm all about today and I'm a die that way...