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People got to money
(Gangsta)
Just like
(Just that)
My recipe for
(Murda)
Couple pounds of
(Pounds of brown)
Couple
(Couple DT's)
Fo' or of them big things they call shoppas

See I was raised in the
But niggas tote distribute and run
Watch out on the one and one servin' the
Niggas about Miami but they scared to come
they family in danger just to play in the sun

Nigga, we did you done and what you talkin' about
Like droppin' drugs up out of town and dope in the house
Ain't give my life to that 'cause it's and out
That's how it is you exposed in the south
See

All I need is big guns on the of me
'Bout a a brick of yay and a pound of weed
Straight do or die that'll die for me
How many down to ride with me
(Hey, hey)

All I is big guns on the side of me
'Bout a half a brick of yay and a of weed
Straight do or die that'll die for me
How many niggas to ride with me
(Hey, hey, hey)

The of my first murda
With no and no feelin's
Hell, cuz I even know this nigga
The shit was deep I couldn't let it go
While I was 'bout my money
Fruitin' my dough, bitch
I his ass like the last muthafucka

Went in them stunnas, came out with them cuttas, cut up
You seen the muthafucka jumpin' thumpin'
Bullet after bullet fully after fully
You went in bad choppas
I still got 'em, that nigga begged for his but I still shot him
I let him know bitch, is how I feel 'bout ya
I asked him out but now his momma 'bout to about him

I'm from the era of the goodfellas, you
Nigga Big Ike, Big Nose Bob and Bo Dilly
I up on the turf watchin' Murph and them
dropped the top on the bird, that nigga was hurtin' them
I take this shit to thirties and vogue
Let's see that's way them Bama-ass hammers and loaves
That's in the days when the ave was

Every was gettin' money
Every corner was pumpin' and
Huh, but now we in the new era
A new a different thang and a whole buncha new killas
Money, money,
Every time, goddammit I'll say it time
call us murderers

All I need is big guns on the of me
'Bout a a brick of yay and a pound of weed
do or die bitches that'll die for me
How many niggas to ride with me
(Hey, hey, hey)

All I need is big on the side of me
'Bout a a brick of yay and a pound of weed
Straight do or die bitches die for me
How many down to ride with me
(Hey, hey, hey)

The boy think he gettin' paid, out
Squeezin' AK's, on the they lay
how we do this shit in Dade
Killer bee's, snappin' pictures plottin' me
Them killed my dogg, naw it couldn't be
Gotta straighten this shit, got with extra clips
Holla "killer head", and make bitches flip the script

Cut it to light, fake the left, rip the right
Them feel my eyes, these bitches down to die
Pull on the side, raise it up squeeze that thang
Went "bang, bang" till their brains hang
I live for this, so damn right I for this
And when I get feelin', ain't gon' be no hit or miss

All I is big guns on the side of me
'Bout a half a brick of yay and a of weed
do or die bitches that'll die for me
How many niggas down to with me
(Hey, hey, hey)

All I need is big guns on the of me
'Bout a half a of yay and a pound of weed
Straight do or die bitches die for me
How many niggas down to ride me
(Hey, hey, hey)

(Gangsta)
Just that
(Just that)
My recipe for
(Murda)
pounds of brown
(Pounds of brown)
Couple
(Couple DT's)
Fo' or five of them big things they shoppas