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Took his order then I served him a quarter like five nickels Man, I'll stay on point like icicle Niggas can't decode, or figure my rhyme riddles Took my money to the source and said fuck the man in the middle Talkin' hard, soft, heroin, green, that's what we had boy Erica was the bag lady, I was the bag boy Option was that minimum wage, live in a cage Buildin' a prison everyday, man they cultivatin' these slaves In this new age Dude's wage is fugaze I'm the whole gallon and half pint like school days I been killin' 'em since Kool Moe Dee, Ra, Cool, Face Zero dollars zero tolerance, lettin' that tool bang nigga Yeah, nigga And if the devil die today, I'mma treat it like it's a holiday Bout the Michael Jackson, beat it, I mean it, I got a powder day And nothin' funny, but I play with the money like it's Monopoly And if the devil die today, I'mma treat it like it's a holiday I used to lay in bed starin' at the ceilin' fan Feelin' cramps, wishin' I could get a killer gram Tryna understand why I wanna kill a man With high hopes like rubber tree, plants, and ants We cheat death with each breath The only one who make it last forever is Keith Sweat You ever see a body lyin' dead in the streets yet Then eat breakfast? Swallow forced beliefs like police justice If my city is like yours then cereal scratch Fingerprints is wiped off If people seem to always have somethin' to fight for But still end up in the state pen or the psych ward It's lights off They catch so many casualties it's like war That's the reason I don't believe in the hype y'all The devil talkin' bout he wanna extradite y'all Now I'm the nigga they shinin' the search light for Yeah, nigga And if the devil die today, I'mma treat it like it's a holiday Bout the Michael Jackson, beat it, I mean it, I got a powder day And nothin' funny, but I play with the money like it's Monopoly And if the devil die today, I'mma treat it like it's a holiday Here we come now, here we come now Yeah, freestyle nigga Homie showed me a 9 milli and 9 nickel Man, I'll stay on point like icicle Say you got that yola, your fishscale lookin' fickle They like Jordans out of the gas station, they ain't official I got thousand dollar jeans on my ass cheek Cousin got her lights and her gas cut last week How that make me look if I don't help her get up on her feet? She keep a different nigga, now she end up pregnant every week I pray you take these devils out our life, lord That's our vice, lord Baby momma's come with the drama, made her my wife lord Lord know I'm goin' hope you see I'm trying to do right, lord Shake 'em up and blowin' the dice I pray the price, lord Yeah, nigga And if the devil die today, I'mma treat it like it's a holiday Bout the Michael Jackson, beat it, I mean it, I got a powder day And nothin' funny, but I play with the money like it's Monopoly And if the devil die today, I'mma treat it like it's a holiday Yo, my memoirs are like the Anarchist's Cookbook Meets the time, fall, spring, summer look book Some people wanna see me hanging from a good hook Instead I hang with a language and slang in the anguish And pain fit as well, cause it came with us After all these years carrying this shame with us Now the entire planet is going insane with us Seven year old kids carrying flame spitters Fortified fences, mortify senses Crossfire miss my little daughter by inches Chemical dependence, medical expenses But no amount of money on earth can buy vengeance Writing a life sentence, sirens fire engines Tyrants seen through the eyes of the wide lenses Senseless crimes, cause some of us want to drive Benzes But are you tryna ride with us, or against us?
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