My pistayls never rusted, blunts dusted, crazy clips lost their head on some crazy shit, puff on hazy shit, split "L's", spit shells, wrote my best rhymes, shittin' in cells, kept the C.O. O.D'ed, you know me, gucci glock 9's, and coogi berreta's, sean jean teflon bulletproof sweaters, my eyes is redder, stressed out under the weather, I stay on the beat, my index finger stays on the heat, figures i see, came from flippin ki's and big glocks, pitch to industy big shots, cookin big rocks, in glass pyrex, step light, ignite fifth's, blaze up, lightin spliffs, my right get's real bloody, just like my left is, Mr. Moneybags, monopolize blocks, hotels for crack spots, screamin go to hell when my gat pops, leave no fingerprints, coppin herb from illegal immigrants, let the paint peel and always be on the realest shit.

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