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Nov 24, 2007
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i stay high and say hi, stack chips stay wit a 4th bitch
nike airs on but niggas cant out run the 4 fifth
hit the floor quick i'm aiming at niggas to end
split ya head like you got with feds and brought up my friends
true images like seen out of a camera lense
my homie got a pump shot to the chest for some cheap ass 10's
these streets dont mend they stay grimy, theres no such thing as bad timing
it's all bad timing but i'll be damned if i end up starving
sorry is a word used to often, hit the bunt, proceed coughin'
they ask do I see death, i reply "indeed, often" homies lined up in coffins
this is constant, but i sit and burn the green and leave
still have the shirt where the bullet left blood and burnt my sleeve
these hoes decieve, get a literal run for ya money
this bitch took off down the street with some money like she was funny
i hit that bitch with my car, peeled out and screamed "sorry honey!"
now im the daddy of the fetus within her tummy
i'm just a dummy...