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Correct Seven Series Triplets Lyrics
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Uh-huh, yeah, yo Cash in a brief case, trying to play it smart Love is a privilege and you better play your part Don't wanna leave it to the lawyers breath Snap my fingers, you'll be laying on the foyer steps Wishing you were a boy again Late night stand on the roof, smoke a Newp' Reminiscing when I had the broken tooth, we were loose Three different colors on the goose with the boots Maryland College basketball suits I drive the 525i made in '95 Shawn Kemps on the pedal, I'm a kamikaze Right arm hang out the window while I steer left Near death, slam into a deer's chest Lights out for a second, but I'm back Hopped up like a karate master Still I blast the shottie faster on you bastards, make you backspin Come out the closet you've been trapped in, that's it, Queens Yeah, nigga you know I put the work in Head shots real precise like a surgeon I see your heart beating out your shirt, nervous Nigga shaking in his J's, his legs gave in Wow, and I ain't even pull the gun off my waist yet This nigga done got so scared he took a shit Then I swerved in some low key wheels And go about my business like it never happened, chill For reals, pop a couple pills, cup a drink Come to think about it I feels like turning up the rap ignorant loud Like this weed that i smoke make a thick yellow cloud Perpetual payday, my money don't vacay I'm out seeing the world, my life is so crazy You could only imagine but you could never fathom my intelligence I get at em Oh shit, it's real like that, right y'all? Word up man, pledge allegiance man I Patrick Ewing niggas, long shotties I be suing niggas You gon' pay, face the camera ruin niggas And my money uncollected and I'm stepping Might slap the shit out your man and take his weapon Hungry and angry and I'm savagery But still mow your majesty Wipe out the cool t-shirt, vacuum it And I'm gon' keep you rich so chill Or you can live with them faggots and stay away from real deal abbots Death is our game plan, new playing bullets come in spray cans Write graffiti all on your vest Lester, cousin Eve sleeve all greasy he the best of it Put it right there you get a check, slang prostitution It's prohibition when we move shit This is what some niggas suggest I suggest war and clout The fake niggas they could move out Take no chance you never know y'all. For real man, cause we ain't playing no games no more, no more homies You sit around this, you sit around the best With gold forks and all that, word up Y'all niggas that come shine, come through come through come shine, come. You know what it is man, it's automatic.
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