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Yeah I seen 'em come through here a couple timesI didn't think nuttin' of 'em, you know what I'm sayin'But that shit you don't talk that huh?That shit shocked everybodyPut the money in the bag bitch before I blow yo head offGet yo ass on the floor nigga think a motherfucka playin' with y'allThis right here came from Mr. Charles its long and it ain't got Sears on itAnytime I got a personal problem this the only homeboy I callI wonder how many thought about Petey PabWhen I was apache rappin' in the penetentury yardEatin' wieners outa chanteensSmokin' on roll-ups, strokin' on my love meatWaitin' for the day cut in the term and freeSo I could get out here and make mama proud of meAnd do the right thing run up on the right manThat can pull the right string get to where I'm posed to beHad to get ejected cause the game a coldAnywhere and when the motherfucka slammed the doorOh no, hell naw, get lost wait a minute dogFucked around one night went out in New YorkWhen I met one of the brothers "Up-in-ala-boys"Letras de cancionesEver since then money been a real long headThat bout says it allPut the money in the bag bitch before I blow yo head offGet yo ass on the floor nigga think a motherfucka playin' with y'allThis right here came from Mr. Charles its long and it ain't got Sears on itAnytime I got a personal problem this the only homeboy I callIs just something that a carry with me all the timeJust in case one of these motherfuckers loose they mindAnd run up on me like I ain't gone hold it down for mineI can show you better than tryin' to tell ya 'bout itSee once upon a time I think Pitt was the countyWhere these niggas used to run around armed and robbin'There was this little boy by the name of MosesHad to run home keep from gettin' me jewelry stolenTill one day nigga caught a hold to himDid what they wanted to em stole my little Gucci coatOh naw , shit yeah they did, what the fuck you think I did?Told Grama, granny told GranpaGranpa took his grandson in the backyardGave me somethin' supposed to take the pressure offInstead he teach me how to shoot at the mouthPut the money in the bag bitch before I blow yo head offGet yo ass on the floor nigga think a motherfucka playin' with y'allThis right here came from Mr. Charles its long and it ain't got Sears on itAnytime I got a personal problem this the only homeboy I callThey ain't certified till a nigga run in they housePut the thang in they mouth and blow err thing they think outRun around actin' like bitches, you gone make me loose it allI wasn't gone talk about it but, God damn itThis motherfucker bout to piss me offAnd this dick ridin radio station ass motherfuckin'Nigga down here in RaleighI don't give a fat bitch big titty pair one of y'all motherfuckin play my shitAnd the couple of spins that y'all son-bitchesDid give me came from my man and themMan fuck that church boy grab the looksCome on the motherfuckin road with usIf I said anything I ain't spossed to saidAnd hurt anyone of y'all them fuck itPut the money in the bag bitch before I blow yo head offGet yo ass on the floor nigga think a motherfucka playin' with y'allThis right here came from Mr. Charles its long and it ain't got Sears on itAnytime I got a personal problem this the only homeboy I callPut the money in the bag bitch before I blow yo head offGet yo ass on the floor From Letras Mania