Gang bangin', dope slangin', guns ringin' everywhere
Money makin', man no fakin', givin' up a bottle cap
First (and only) verse:
I'm bout as real as they come, nigga we started this first
I told your Mom "I know it hurts to see your son in that church"
And they continue to search, lookin' for the killa too sweet
He got the laws out on the street while they mobbin' hoes on the beat
Have a pete, these hoes is great, eatin' steak under the plate
Believe they handlin' weight
Suckin' dick and feedin' ya...
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