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(Feat. Hell Rell) [Hell Rell] Nigga what cha money like I keep dough, E-Hole Spice the track up like a doe bow Sasone's a free throw My hitman Janito He don't speak no English lingo And he fresh off the plane from Puerto Rico Find a nigga and kill em's the only thing that he know He'll ring ya doorbell and pop you right through the peephole Far as his key go? It's gone get stepped on, cooked up, broke down Probably get distributed in yo town Block got me grinding, watch keeping me bright Nigga why I'm a knock ya hustle if mine treating me right And a nigga too busy to get in some beef with a loser Keep my bitch up out the bed just to sleep wit my ruger Cuz if I finger fuck my gun and play wit her trigger She ain't gone scream I don't feel like it today on a nigga I'm sayin my nigga This is real facts, real truth I will shoot you then go rap about it in a real booth Spit Hip-Hop heroin, liquid crack Park the six next to ya five and tell deal with that 380's ain't gone do it fam switch to macks Before you talk shit or even think starting up a war Letras de cancionesPlush condo in my bedroom, mink carpet on the floor Two Spanish bitches running round reckless and butt naked If you a ladies man I'll bury you wit cha chick If you a true hustler I'll bury you wit a brick See the streets is watching, more money more haters Fuck em' all keep flossing, more linen, more gators I rap now, still hit the block for a buck A thousand channels satellite on top of the truck what's really good nigga From Letras Mania