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We get that paper baby boy

It's easy

You want to be who

You can't be me

Shorty gave me that ass on GP

Rollin' in a G-500

Or the Porsche

Roof open

And I know that you're hopin'

That I fall real soon

But I ain't goin' nowhere

Hate to bust your balloon

And there ain't that

Much room for all us

Limited space

The game like a tour bus

I won't break

I just take

Take and take

Rape and rape

The game til there's

No more cake

Snitch ass niggaz

Givin' up identities

Ain't my fortmakin' pennies

They soft like ice cream

Sweeter than Ben & Jerry's

Like leavin' nowhere

To be found but buried

The gun won't fail me

The money won't leave me

Stop schemin' on me baby

It ain't that easy

Niggaz leave prints

Cause their palms so greasy

Their mind read easy

I see right through 'em

The AK'll do em

Like nobody 'em

Stop it's best that

You keep it movin'

You'll get shot

We ain't lickin' niggaz

We ain't bustin' shots in the air

No warnin' shots

The f**k out of here

Oh man homey

Hate to do you like this

Oh man homey

When the tooley

Go click click click

We ain't lickin' niggaz

We ain't bustin' shots in the air

No warnin' shots

The f**k out of here

Oh man homey

Hate to do you like this

Oh man homey

When the tooley

Go click click click

It's the young high-roller

The talk of New York

David got my neck lookin'

Like a lightning bolt

I'm in that two-door Range Stormer

My truck plush

And the wheels are the

Size of rims on a school bus

I need that Bill Gates money

That's fifty-one billion

Six hundred ki's

That's fifty-one million

Me and 50 in Hollywood

With Quincy Jones

Since the Feds bought Nextel

I trashed my phone

Listen homes

Everything glisten homes

Yeah my gun and my rims

Both sit on chrome

You move your weight in the car

I move weight by the carload

I dropped in Marcy in a Murcielago

My connect is a Cuban named Flaco

With my aim

You a human taco

Meetin' shells

Yo the feds tryin' to peep our sales

My daughter grow up

She in Harvard and Yale yeah

We ain't lickin' niggaz

We ain't bustin' shots in the air

No warnin' shots

The f**k out of here

Oh man homey

Hate to do you like this

Oh man homey

When the tooley

Go click click click

We ain't lickin' niggaz

We ain't bustin' shots in the air

No warnin' shots

The f**k out of here

Oh man homey

Hate to do you like this

Oh man homey

When the tooley

Go click click click

You see me rollin'

Mack-10 showin' out the window

When you catchin' me shootin'

Out the coup

Then switch your lane

You don't want me creepin'

Two miles an hour

With my seat low

Cause I'll hop up out

The roof with fully-autos

And embed it in your brain

It's like fee fie foe fum

I smell the blood

Of a jealous ass punk

One two three hundred shots

Fittin' to ring off them things off

And cook the block

Old people

The pets and the kids

Whoever in the way

Them strays gon' hit

And we don't give a f**k

About the police nigga

This ain't Manhattan

This Queens nigga

We're immune to the violence

It's nothin' to me

F**k 'em they don't

Give a f**k about P

If they could kill me

Believe me they would

That's why I set it off

And I get 'em real good

When them street

Lights come on nigga

You best have

Your gun on nigga

Cause tonight we ride (Growl)

And you die (Growl)

As soon as I walk up

Or drive-by

We ain't lickin' niggaz

We ain't bustin' shots in the air

No warnin' shots

The f**k out of here

Oh man homey

Hate to do you like this

Oh man homey

When the tooley

Go click click click

We ain't lickin' niggaz

We ain't bustin' shots in the air

No warnin' shots

The f**k out of here

Oh man homey

Hate to do you like this

Oh man homey

When the tooley

Go click click click