Yo these stories I spit, I seen 'em I wrote 'em Like a teen he was boastin, "La Vida Loc'in" In his dream I awoke him, the Beamer I drove it It was the beam that I showed him, that I keep by my scrotum I seen him I showed him, I leand him I told him The Demons arose and, bullets, pull it A hour just to clean 'em and load em, doggy You had a slow summer, I didn't H.2 gold Hummer Not to mention new Range, no number And you know the Rover.so move over soldier Flavor Coca Cola, garage the soda holder!! And its over over!! heres a clover dojer I'm that nigga now, everyone that knows ya told ya Byrd Gang but we live by the codes of Coberas Hoopties, drive by's, long nose through Nova's If you dope I dope ya, where the pimps are colder The end is over, Coroner come roll him over And I dont just look real, this crook deals coke Only thing whiter dog is Brooke Shields Harlem, holla back, how the hood feel Platinum, Im that real.you that shook deal Took deals out the building, up the block Up 29 flights, plugged up with the Roc Now its.hurtin ya heart to see Dame fuckin wit me Worse than that, the whole game fuckin wit me A little beef, a few lames fuckin wit me (It's nothing) They actin like success it came luckily The same lame duckin me, the same dame in love wit me Dip-Set be one set I claim is sucker free!! Dont Fuck Wit Me
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