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Yeah, this how we fucking with it, D-Roc Juvey, Stunna Uptown, real nigga, rich nigga shit (D-Roc) Let's get it (Rich Gang) I'm Uptown hardbody And I got downtown four partners And I'll go to war 'bout 'em Smoke weed on the west by my dawg house Feel like the Godfather and I don't have mob ties Happy like a little kid first time going outside I would not lie about it, I would go live-wire I pull out my money, you pull out your money, you don't have five dollars I live and I die about it, I would not cry about it You know you the shit when you travel around with a fly-swatter Yeah, years and years later (Yeah) More money, more problems Hundred mil' up (Hundred mil' up) You understand me? Highways with this pimpin' We gon' keep gettin' it I'm an artist like Shakespeare I was born in the eighth year Letras de cancionesAin't take a nigga long, got straight, yeah Juvenile, Birdman, no fake here You don't trust nothin', put your faith here With the bullshit, nigga, stay clear Bitch, I got gifts like Saint Nick And it ain't nothing broke that I can't fix You don't do nothin' but hate me And yeah, that made me Rice in the pot cooking Who care where the steaks be? Beef ain't nothing to me I was raised on bare meat Hairpin trigger, nigga, knock a nigga bare feet What, y'all ain't aware of me? Pay up and just see New Orleans my city, nigga And I make the mayor leave Streets take care of me You're looking at a rare breed Fly-swatters for the insects And I'm killing any bug come near me Camo Soulja flow, it's top floor all the way up (All the way up) Just like that Big money, boy Rich Gang I see you Roc (I see you, D-Roc) B's up, miles of man Uptown where we stand But we live on what we die for, boy Fuck with this here, this how we fuckin' with it (Rich Gang) Hah, let's get it now, simple RIP C-Lo, real nigga, rich nigga shit From Letras Mania