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me and a Six double double six bitch ya bein' Face to face with the forty bitch One (??) a fast comes tryin' to scare to the trigga hoe Forty four
You heard a worker snitchin' on you and it's true Everybody know you sell that shit The feds come and get ya, and they tell you shit, we heard you Tote that tool
I was there knock it out put on my boots and get the hell up out of there You know a rapper's rule, in and out before the snare And as far as parting
cell-phone in the studio Right underneath the disc with the Pro Tools Next to a six-pack of O'Douls and some soul food Yeah and I was on my way home Exit
nigga, then it's fuck you too [Lil' O] Ay yo, I just came to party And I don't really wanna, kill nobody Pulled out the thang, lick shots from the forty And
