you got a blunt then put it in the air Nigga you got a gun then put it in the air Nigga you from a gang then put in in the air Play with Killa Cali if
Game] Nigga you got a blunt then put it in the air Nigga you got a gun then put it in the air Nigga you from a gang then put in in the air Play with
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blunt then put it in the air Nigga you got a gun then put it in the air Nigga you from a gang then put in in the air Play with Killa Cali if you want
Game] Nigga you got a blunt then put it in the air Nigga you got a gun then put it in the air Nigga you from a gang then put in in the air Play with Killa
will confirm it Yeah, Now what we doing with it You keep opening ya grill, I'm barbecuing with it I know my shit already tight so I aint screwing with it
the fact is... what you doin', I did it. You lames tryna clone my style and run wit it. That's cool, I was the first one wit it -- You's a Lil' Kim wannabe
s hear it for New York New York, New York One hand in the air for the big city Street lights, big dreams all looking pretty No place in the world that can compare Put
him down he's got a gun He'll get his way, he'll have his fun All you wannabes don't have what it takes To take a shot at me to put me in my place If
the ghetto, nobody explain it to me Livin the scripture the picture they painted for me Knew what it wasn't, it wasn't the game or the greed Rippin it
floor Everything remains the same, might spit-talk to it Then "Change The Game", might Crip-Walk to it But never Harlem shake it, Harlem make it, Harlem break it
I ain't sayin' if you leave me it'd be better but me and you together honey we could do whatever let's do it I made it hard I admit it it's true
one One, one, one, one One, one, one One, one, one Let me ask you, what you got against me? Is it my girl or is it the Bentley? Is it my house or maybe
move around with them pounds and berretas (uh) Yeah faggot, if I want it I'm gon' have it Regardless if it's handed to me or I gotta grab it Don't make
on twenty-two's, that's what long money do Now the Don's on it, Diddy shine on it Tell Flex to run it back and drop a bomb on it Sunday we layin low in
