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Real Live - Money & Shows |
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 GET Real Live - Money & Shows ringtones  The K made the brotherly hit I be enhancing The predator editor wigsplita like Manson Who wanna see if they can bang with me? Ya'll people ain't got enough D-O-E As sure as a thousand grams equals a key I be the all metro from the E-A-S-T You got a pistol and scared to pull Your zig-zagging I'm hittin with a barrage of bullets My technique freaks when I speak I do phenomenal feats with astronomical beats I'm certified insane My vocab will stab any rapper in the brain (Hey player what you workin with?) I got four broads they all wanna get hit Plus a fifth of Remy a quarter pound of good shit We off the K's crib time to split [Larry-O] I got a shorty in my scope I'm brown like dope Coming back like good coke I smoke til I choke The pimp with the walk and the talk Cartel from New Jers well connected in New York Freaks I like to fool em punks I like to tool em Before I roll my dice you know a player gotta school em Streetwise dramatical lyrically mathematical I'm mentally equipped I'm in a cage combatical When I stack cream chickens attract like magnets Plus brothers be open and only hit by fragments Of platinum shrapnel I consume the whole room A coliseum I'm turning the joints into my museum Your more mad cos I rated well planned It's the rap scene was puzzled cos I hit em full blast I got a concept that everybody know Its all about the money and shows so here we go [Larry-O] I've been official from day 1 I'm stacking my bank son I make the joints for the killers that spray guns And all the shorties running game acting naughty Taking rookies for their stock in every city and every block The stage is set for me to rock Quick sound check the street sweepers on cock Crabs like to test the stretch I got the pearl handled .45 and camouflage vest Stop, think cop a cold drink Kick it with a freak but do your dirt on the sneak Why? Groupies like to tell mad lies Loot is on your mind and I can see it in your eye You ain't said nothing slick yo You used to play the dime roll now your sweating KNO Cos a player got bagged an shit Ripping up shit and we refuse to quit |
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