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Money is power, give me your's, we break laws Faggot cats claiming their crooks Soon I'ma smack him up, his mans and them too Yo, bag him up, smack him
chorus:] still in the front and shake it out for the go still in the front and shake it out for the go still in the front and shake it out for the go
and Biggie, Biggie Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie Just Bone and Biggie, Biggie Just Bone and
, Put them fingers in yo mouth or open up yo blouse, and pull that g-sting down south (ouhh) OK shawty, 1's company, 2's a crowd, and 3's a party. if
Meet you downstairs, in the bar and heard Your rolled up sleeves and your skull T-shirt You say, "Why did you do it with him today?" And sniff me out
of he Such as a butterfly and he's a killer bee Yeah, she becomes a victim to his sting And he's amazed by the colors of her wings And the life he's
for me She lifting up her ass And she drop it to the beat She shaking it so fast, for that cash Ching-A-Ling She ready And she looking for a bank roll
brother that ever bleeds Rough and rugged, more nuggets in the bucket That's dum dum dollars and yes Redman love it Pound for pound, I throw down to make ya strut Yo
with more cake than Tastee Black the feindest, this title I hold I won't relinquish And this type shit you shouldn't sting wish And one phone call and
it ova ya shoulda If you hot it make you cold Do yo chain hang low? Iz that yo chain? 'Bout 24 inches Iz how low I let it hang Hop out the ride and
butcher of scissors Cut me up and spark and roll me up, like a blizzard Dwellin' your cells up, lungs start to swell up Your pipe's gettin' crowded, yo
feeling their pride stinging We here, death knocking, it's shocking We keep it popping homey We never stopping, we keeping all you bitches dropping homey (You never know) And
the Heaven or Hell and dwell To meet your maker, but you met the shotgun shell Buckshots sting like bees, I smoke trees On the hilltops, clubshops and
boys and girls who haven't had it yet If you get too much and roll it too straight Yo, it's a fatal blow, somethin' like a [Incomprehensible] Yeah, it'll sting
even if I could From the hood and I'm a hornet And I'ma only sting when I'm cornered And I'ma only sucka punch and swing without warning And swing to
hoes, Yo Gotti, one couple hearin Who be hollering look at that hoe fucking her friend Knowing 'bout the beef and shit I gone tuck my eyesPop my collar, hit my boy and
