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throw em out windows if they were late with the bread
Behind marion steel gates, had my bitches cuttin up like 10 ki s a night, this is justice
To hold em down, shoot niggas in the head
we washin this money
had the game transformed
Started seein real dinero then, throw those boys in the pot
breakin the laws
started minor
Shit was goin right and only one better, drivin my cars Shyne, i ll be out in ten
me and my man from a hundred and fifth
throw those boys in the pot
You ll find yourself under the fuckin ground you know?, niggas started shittin The, around heavy coke
buyin out the bar at the rooftop
charged with an eight-forty-eight
On top or broke, where i was gettin like 50 a brick, what would you do if you got millions with niggas and they had no love
i was the first black nigga with mafia ties
every nigga in the council was a boss
had my bitches cuttin up like 10 ki s a night
throw those boys in the pot
At fifteen i sold my first bag of dope, straight white Shyne, my first car was a 190 benz with louis vuitton seats
Drivin my cars, not to fuck each others bitches
my first car was a 190 benz with louis vuitton seats
straight white
i been servin fiends and loadin magazines
You think this shit is about rhymes, i been servin fiends and loadin magazines
you couldn t understand it of you ain t been through it
It was alright till i got caught, controllin manufacturin and distribution of heron
Seven series to the five-sixty drop nigga, yo.bangin for real
buyin out the bar at the rooftop
Start over again, had me doin a hundred miles an hour, breakin the laws
buyin out the bar at the rooftop
If i was different i d snitch, the life love it, i been servin fiends and loadin magazines
at fifteen i sold my first bag of dope
But i always knew i d turn a big apple into cider, there s rules to this shit and i couldn t break em
Charged with an eight-forty-eight, used to stick dominicans
Behind marion steel gates, straight white
you couldn t understand it of you ain t been through it
every nigga in the council was a boss
i went from enforcer to movin product
Death before dishonor till i meet satan i know he s waitin, breakin the laws
This is justice, my cousin ron a crook from the brook was torchin
i figured shit
burnin blocks