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Remember I'm a man of respect (remember) Remember Santana was next Now its not techs, its checks and fancy collects I want his wrist, fist, whole had, jammed with baguettes Pose for the camera man me and Santana man Word to my grand ma he one bad mamma jamma, damn So I don't write for the stardom I get, booted, zooted, write down my problems I've been through it headed right for the bottom D.C. naw, would've been a sniper in Harlem (so what) That's why I throw some doe to my cody from Kosovo Help me get on overflow (shhh) no one suppose to know But she lay me up like the prime minister Thousand grams of dope smellin' like Hine Vinegar That was a lot to linger, but to the top I bring her But when it came to dope, I always copped in fingers Money missin', oh shit I almost chopped some fingers Slit some wrist, that's when they said oh shit he's not a singer Fuck the rap, fuck the movies, fuck Siskel and Ebert This pistol I'll squeeze it, missiles if needed (killa) Remember I'm gonna spend my cake Remember Jim we getting out of five eights (projects) Letras de cancionesNow chefs will fry us steaks (that's true) it's a higher stake Swiss accounts I'm goin' show you how to wire cake And we from BBQ, now you a CEO, direct a video Your own album here we go That's my man anytime I holla, holla with me We shared chicken sandwiches they was a $1.50 But you seven dollars, nickel bag and white owl I hope the chicken sandwich last us through the night child We ain't care we didn't sleep we was night owls Insomniacs our life styles compatible Magical pops gone, shit tragical Mom's on mission, my house is where the attics chill I'm like a teacher, I need me a sabbatical Its not irrational, I grew up radical And you all are shook, I bought all my crooks Fuck you R&B niggas Zeek sing all the hooks Tito and Brick yes yes come again They came sun or rain when I had that stomach pain (what else) From Letras Mania