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[Verse 1 - Malice]

Say dog, let's not get involved

You don't wanna tango, I'll dress you in a halo

Cock the gauge, polka dot ya braids

Face you in a chrome fo', that'll lock ya legs

And you can't move, I roll big and I can't lose

They watch so hard ain't nothin' I do, that ain't news

Carry it like I'm a stranger to the game

I cut short any whisper that, en-danger my name

I'ma toast on both coast, not for a joke

I'm known in the streets on the account, I know coke

And we got word in the street that the cops watch us

But that don't stop us, we maneuvering move a little mo' cautious

I hate to think that the dope game is my callin'

Cause it got us singing lullaby's, to our fallin'

Tonight friend, until we meet again

But for now and ya name, we re-up and eat again, uh

I never front, like I'm something I'm not

Well being broke well that's just, somethin' I'm not

Y'all talk wit hatred, but I live off that

And I lived off cocaine, way 'fore I lived off rap

Feel me friend, if they could, they'd kill me friend (Yeah)

Cause I weigh too much, learned not to say too much

They couldn't take me in the CL, that's way too much

And I'm too gone, y'all niggas can talk on

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[Verse 3 - Fabolous]

They call me Mr., Pleasebelieveit, believe it please

I put the pump in ya mouth, and help you breath with ease

This guys in a hurry, ma I can't even fuck with you

If you ain't in the itinerary

I don't know where dudes is buying they jewelry

Why's ya ice cream, like it's made by Ben & Jerry

Y'all the type of players, that be gettin' 2-day contracts

E-mail snitch, got these in ya 2-way contacts

I'm in the club sippin' on that new Zecongac

In the number 9 Jordan's, with the duce, trey, arm back

The street family so cool, we could throw up bitches

Even if it was July, and we had on wood britches

I got them teflon's, that shovel the fo'

That have under covers and po', with cover and slow

The government know, the kid been lovin' the dough

Since I was movin' white off the curb, and shovelin' snow

[Verse 3 - Pusha T]

Ghetto streets so numb they call me Novocain

I turn over caine, over and over again

Hell, so much cliental, I could lose it all today

Be back the next day, still up in the same way

As I left ya, all in three gestures, down up and aim

I can define death, better than Webster, wet ya

Now bless ya, and of to my next venture

Blocks so white, June look like December

Winter time, snow everywhere, flow everywhere

So much dough, I fly my hoes everywhere

Ask him, Pusha T, push a ton

Push a ton of that shit, that makes ya nose run [Sniffle]

Yes I'm holdin', whether it's heat or coke in

In the door panel of my four-wheel motion

Ain't jokin', but I laugh how other flows convince you

It's money, it's funny, it's Comedy Central

Minds mental, others is made up stinsel

When I'm on vacation, my babies ride in a rental

I'm livin', they act as if I don't live it

Saran wrap vaseline, so they can't sniff it

Eve say larine knitted, shorts bermuda

You would think they was poochie, if you over looked Medusa

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