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Ay
cuz
this shit on?


My life the fuckin' business

in here collectin' digits
This shit could get explicit

got a sweet tooth for these bitches
Yeah
burnin' through these meal tickets
Shit could get wicked (Mic check)
Lights
camera
action
Slow burn
no crash
Now that's a lot of ashes
The fuckin' main attraction
Let's get this shit in order

I am the top of the totem
Time to reload
and we blowin' the smoke out your modem (Come on)
Come get in closer

yeah I know you smellin' that aroma
Household name on every motherfuckin' corner
Ring ding ding
she fuck me right then I'm a goner
Ting ting
then we toast into this marijuana
Now how many licks does it take
just to get to the center of a cupcake?
No time to pump fake


School of hard knocks took the long way
Sick of crooked cops in the pissy hallway
Made it out the hood
now it's Broadway
Y'all motherfuckers better leave them kids alone

These niggas can't afford to go
to war on a budget (Nah-ah)
Say my name in the wrong sentence
and I'ma pull up and touch 'em (Yup)
The repercussion in this bitch

it sound just like a percussion
Have your deep cover
cold case under the rubbish
Yeah
murder was the fuckin' case
That's the killa Cali way
Ricky in the alley way
just another Saturday
Drinkin' gin and juice while these bitches was sippin' Alizé
It's just a matinee
watch me blow a bag a day (Come on)

[Chorus]
School of hard knocks took the long way
Sick of crooked cops in the pissy hallway
Made it out the hood
now it's Broadway
Y'all motherfuckers better leave them kids alone

[Verse 3]
I started out with nothin'
and took this gangsta shit worldwide
You know a nigga always into somethin'
I couldn't even help it if I tried
Now this is fair warning
nigga
final notice
Back outside and movin' on this locomotive
Hot as fuck
but still keepin' a cold shoulder
You outta luck
success the sweetest hangover
Game over (Over
over
over)


[Part II]

[Intro]
Guns on the bed (Yeah)
Aye

[Verse]
Phone on don't do not disturb
Two Chevys in my grandma's driveway

no this not the burbs
Prescriptions in the medicine cabinet
I got Wock' reserved
Guns on the bed
the chopper mine
the pocket rocket hers
You actin' nervous around killers
you got a lot of nerve
She wanna slot
I'm at the top
you know that top reserved
You sheddin' blood
that's Murder Inc.
your name get hot as Irv
My shooter's quiet on the set
you won't hear not a word (Hush)
Used to give it my all
fuck a minimum wage
Tryna make me a slave
that's how villains are made
Had me feelin' some way
stuck in my feelings some day
Windows get tinted Sunday
pillage the village Monday
Just another day at work (Uh)
Feelin' like I'm on the verge
Get the urge to wanna purge
Shit get deep
spoken word
Met this bitch in Sherman Oaks
I bet she fuck with Sherm
Smokey in a pigeon coop
look like she ducking worm
Baby daddy on her back
every time I bust a turn
Bitch keep lookin' right to left
that shit not my concern
On Long Beach Boulevard until I get to 23rd
Put us in the jungle
we leavin' out that bitch in furs
I'm talkin' his and hers
DA tryna switch his words
Murder was the case
but you know what the witness heard (Nothing)
Nigga bumped his head
musta hit a nerve
Scratches on a statement like the Forgiatos hit a curb
I see you for what you is
with my vision blurred
Don't make a nigga sign off on this hit without a signature
You know this shit could get ugly as Forest Whitaker
Make your bones chillin'
you feelin' all in your fibula
I be home gettin' my dick sucked with the semi-tucked
Frequently knee deep in some pussy
and still don't give a fuck



Girls with that big fish tryna connect some
Parking lot pimpin'
tryna collect some
Too rich to make poor decisions
Too many die for attention
They prey on you
no religion
Don't let em play with you
might have to kill some
Niggas that change on you
pop
career done
And then them chains on you
locked in prison
A nigga out there movin' right
The shit you bitches do for likes