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W-wh-wha, what, what?

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

Jayo, I I don't ever have to go back to slangin'
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)

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

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

Charlie Hustle, I hope I won't to go back
To sellin' sherm sticks but if I do that's I do
Hustle, I hope I won't have to go back
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 my Thunder chicken
Barely livin' and headache with a deuce-deuce
Now I put my snub nosed back to use

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

When you shoot crooked Cartwright, on site I'm takin' flight
gon' rain on your head, I'm tearin' the roof off this bitch tonight
As you fall Guy, for tryin' to swipe my pie
DIE while 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 havin fancy dreams
(Fancy dreams)
up 'cause we all on a money 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)

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

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

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

Stuck, Gordon's Gin and Duck
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 burn like
Niggaz that got snake eyes get up like dice games

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

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

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

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

Killa put honey on 'em and feed 'em to my hogs
See I leave no for the police dogs
Now off the low we go so let's flow
Lil' bitch, we the shit because the people so

You tell a lettuce from a cabbage silly rabbits
Get these chips even if it lettin' these motherfuckers have it

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

Nickle plated chrome Clint Eastwood special
Designed strictly for staplin' and toe
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 tried to hit me with a pan, my attitude wasn't carin'
Backslapped hoe in front of her parents
More ki's a janitor

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

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

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