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back mother******* We fly high, no lie, you know this Foreign rides, outside, it's like show biz We fly high, no lie, you know this Foreign rides, outside, it's

the floors are heated Cam half pound a quart a kid better ask 'round I'm sorta needed mack rounds you're deceited In the 90's, Z3, BB's Now in the crib

't come around here disrespecting We don't take that I'm on my leathers every second And my hearts so cold and I don't trust a soul It's funny how the

There's something 'bout the cold wind Blowing across your face It's not the kill, it's the thrill of the chase It's like being in bed with the girl of

, you can believe that And believe I got a baseball bat, and I'm bustin' your head black You believe I'm comin' strong, you believe I'm all grown You

, Been gone too long, too much cocaine, But now that I'm back, on the block I'm ready to rock Left to right, all night My game's tight, I wish you

That's how it is when you make a man That's why your man's gotta learn to make himself then you shake his hand Man, I'm into catching heavy clams And

and my truancy Running through the streets since early puberty What influenced me? It was the jewelry Tryna get cash so I can do it like the older G's The 80's

'm still gettin' cake If you a G, lemme see You ain't gotta pay for da dinner, it's on me Let's get it poppin shawty, let's get it poppin shawty I get