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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 to slangin'
Hello but if I do that's I do
(That's I do)
Jayo, I hope I ever have to go back to slangin
but if I do that's what I do
(That's I do)

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

Buy it from the nigga with the best quality and the prices
Spendin' that capital that the big advanced me
In front of me the next nigga
I love money I'm labeled rough rider
Known for bringin' ass niggaz out of hidin'

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

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

I'm dangerous it gets crucial, 'cause I conflict
Fuck a headache I'm jackin' for pounds of bomb shit
And now my fingers is sticky like Sticky Fingaz 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 roof off this bitch
As you fall like Guy, for to swipe my pie
Nigga DIE while your bitch give up the

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

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

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

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

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

Systemized, a triple striker, when I was
My mom and daddy shoulda named me Isiah 'cause I'm a
Sole survivor, Hillsider, 1400 block Magazine
bomb preparer heroin provider

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

Stuck, Gin and Donald Duck
Nut, all on her and on her butt
Fuck, major
Then I pass it to my nigga Jayo

Up the glass is shatterin', bitch it ain't
They scatterin', see me and forty splatterin'
The cowards are heartless, so you burn flames
Niggaz that got snake eyes get broke up dice games

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

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

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

It's third and forty nigga
You you gon' get tackled
Get your while you can old man
Niggaz so they named me twice like Duran Duran

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

You can't tell a lettuce from a cabbage silly
Get these chips even if it means lettin' these 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 plated chrome Clint Eastwood special
Designed strictly for and toe taggin
Po-po wrote me up a '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 to hit me with a fryin' pan, my attitude wasn't carin'
Backslapped that hoe in of her parents
More ki's than a

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

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

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