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    [Intro]
    Yeah
    It is what it is man
    Uh huh

    [Verse 1]
    Sirens flashin', you know the routine, the crime scene taped off
    It started off a robbery, they blew half his face off
    They seen him shinin', course full of diamonds he bought
    Grindin', his foot slipped off the ladder of success he was climbin'
    The D's came through, asked the niggas if they knew what happened
    Somehow my name end up in anything that involves clappin'
    Detectives at my mama crib, they say they wanna question me
    They put me in a line up last time and they arrested me
    When it come to cookin' coke, they know I got the recipe
    I turn a quarter to a half, thats why they mess with me
    I'm the neighborhood pusher, I move packs to make stacks
    A little weed, a little X, a little H, a little crack
    Figure, I push it to the limit, take this shit to the max
    Navy blue vest on, navy blue Yankee hat
    Calm, in my palm, fully loaded fire arm
    First to let off, last to run, everytime its on

    [Chorus]
    I tell niggas to suck my dick
    Get the fuck out my face
    Cause I don't need 'em
    Cause they're never around
    When I'm down
    Shot and I'm bleedin'

    [50 Cent]
    What, niggas yeah
    Is there a mothafuckin' problem nigga
    Oh yeah
    That's what I thought so, pussy

    [Verse 2]
    niggas be talkin' about me, they always callin' me crazy
    Fuck them O.G. niggas, they stuck in the eighties
    Sayin' they gonna do me somethin', now you know thats a lie
    nigga you look at me wrong, I'll let that hammer fly
    I'm rich, I still wake up with crime on my mind
    Queens nigga put it down like Pappy Mason in his prime
    When I say move, nigga move or get caught in the cross fire
    Up a fence runnin, cut my fuckin' hand on a barb wire
    Shits crazy, just a different day, its the same shit
    Hollow tip part in ya head, leave ya whole fuckin' brain split
    They sit, they see me in the Ashton Martin
    What's the matter, they can't get that Hoopty started
    Thought they was grindin', well goddamn where that money at
    Thought you was fucked, cause you was lettin' paper stack
    You ain't a hustler, matter of fact, you's a busta
    I don't trust ya, I shoulda sent niggas to touch ya

    [Chorus]
    I tell niggas to suck my dick
    Get the fuck out my face
    Cause I don't need 'em
    Cause they're never around
    When I'm down
    Shot and I'm bleedin'

    [Outro]
    What?
    Who said they gonna do somethin' to me
    You must be out your rabbid ass mind
    Fuck around and kill one of these niggas


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