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No naw neva on safety, hustler getting money I ain't trippen off s.... I ain't pullin over for feds, they better chase me I grave yard get bread no if ands or maybe's Stack grands my money lands gotta million dollar gonga plan push p's and come up like the million dollar gonga man how we moving, how we pushing , you wouldn't even understand bastika, blastika packs wrapped in rubber bands stay with them choppers like them kids in Afganistan and i'm taken shots at your head like a camera man squeeze till we empty the clips, or the hammer jam (...................), Holla at ur man Boy gor them p's on a rip, holla at me fam your boy like a concrete, have niggas stomping out ya man your boy shouldnt start beef, he'll get body bagged body tagged with bullets, with the shots through the 40 cal
Chorus
Best of the best greatest of the great jealousy and hate but see the look up in your face get your paper staight, yeah im on the paper chase holla when u shopping or you copping i produce the weight
verse two: paypa boy
naw the grind neva on pause, trees is illegal, i don't care about the law come up off the green like i'm aout here pumping raw its fine on the block imma hustle out my car when niggas want to re-up they know who to call bitches try to bun me up money ova broads imma sell this ten pack, go holla at my dogs i pump weight crazy like im on some steriods i'm on the streets daily, i'm gravy, i aint lazy if i got a middle man somebody gotta pay me yeah i gotta get mine don't even try to play me you shouldn't gamble with me, you can't break me you know my money grow on trees you shouldn't fade me payap boy stay with the d like Champ Bailey i get it how live, my nig, the streets made me come up like a pimp, i gets money of mary sick with the flow, flip get the dough I don't love these b's, i F*** then I roll see me in the streets, i ditch them then i'm gone i'm working pushing p's, i'm getting my grind on f******* with some g's who clock in and move p's tech's does it ease, we buck it then two squeeze the n**** paypa B, i'm repping for HG when you see me in the streets i'm repping for IC
Chorus
Best of the best greatest of the great jealousy and hate we see the look up in your face get your paper staight, yeah im on the paper chase holla when u shopping or you copping i produce the weight
Verse three: blacka P
Dem cant trouble us we a real hustler money in a pocket we
a stack it, it a double up we a real huster real drug smuggler
from youth we a suffera survive so we tougha ya
a lot a guap not a little bit we getting it Money aquarbat grip flip
like a gymnist getting |