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Letra de la canción *

[verse 1]
from cuttin&#39; solid purico to stack fritos
went from grams to kilos
mac in one hand, in the other hand grands and c-notes
game got my eyes wider than a 430 buggy
no tellin&#39; what the fuck i&#39;ll do for this money
stay posted up close with killers and cut throats
the thoroughest bitches who in they pussy stuff coke
as i cook and cut coke with the bakin&#39; soda arm and hammer
palmin&#39; hammers
think you crazy? nigga, my clique&#39;s bananas
takin&#39; over with the mafia
hittin&#39; niggas for they bricks like gracias
the cockiest, it&#39;s obvious, it&#39;s me, he, who?
confront frontin&#39; niggas like &quot;you want it? well nigga, me too&quot;
what the fuck, i&#39;m callin&#39; your bluff, niggas act like they stopped
makin&#39; guns after they made yours
i&#39;m sponsored by the nra, doa rules
grin and stand over your coffin like &quot;hey you&quot;
tell the devil i&#39;m comin&#39;, keep it hot
for now i got my eyes on a billboard spot
don&#39;t stop.
[chorus 2x]
die for it
take the stand, lie for it
blow trial, get up in the chair and fry for it
never tellin&#39; or snitchin&#39;
rather swim with the fish&#39;n
mothafucka respect it, the commission
[verse 2]
(first 4 lines with jamaican accent)
i buy and sell bricks with my nigga
down with the team called
now if you want to join the team you know you must see me
buy ya can&#39;t talk to feds or dick
it&#39;s a cold world baby boy, fuck it, i&#39;m colder
animals on my back keep my warm, my armor
frank lucas persona, warmin&#39; coke up in the sauna
let me warn ya, trip against my team you&#39;s a goner
infact it&#39;s drastic
a couple million in the mattress
with a safe dick i say fuck taxes
rather endulge in duct tape pig tie tactics
crime pays
nigga, nine-hundred and ninety-nine ways
my destiny&#39;s vague, will i survive or blow trial?
lay shot up, puff cryin&#39; in denial
while my enemies smile, buried in style
gucci suits and cufflings
sneakin&#39; drugs through heavens customs.
[chorus]
[verse 3]
pop pop pop warning shot, who&#39;s to blame
shyne mothafucka, don&#39;t forget the name
stretch the caine, to cop the house and the plane
&#39;till my massacre, slain
brains hang from the window of my range
fuck the feds, 2 green and one red
firm tight, hold the dice in this game of life
aces suffice
paper&#39;s a must
fallen angels and angel dust
my team do dirt to avoid layin&#39; in the dust
million dollar portraits in my fortress
of course it&#39;s po
bloodstainin&#39;, aeroplanin&#39;, four-hundred horses slow
platinum cable, round table, so all the bosses know
i&#39;m takin&#39; over
&#39;cause they coke got too much bakin&#39; soda
they say money ain&#39;t everything
you fuckin&#39; right nigga, it&#39;s the only thing
in god we trust, the holy thing
i look into my enemy&#39;s eye
let &#39;em know you play fly you go out kennedy style.
Chorus 2x

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