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Hey, bitch, come here Yeah (Now this shit here—) Uh (You out your motherfuckin' mind? Come here) The MAC in the Burberry trenches (Brr) Free all the real rights that’s servin' a sentence (Salute) Yeah, I emerge from the trenches It was crack that I served from the benches Got a bird and I rinsed it (Came with a bag) Now I'm swervin’ in Benzes (Hah) Thirty-aught-sixes, I could murk you from distance (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) I keep my gun in perfect condition Machine get dirty like Ben Wallace puttin' in work for the Pistons, right Louis kicks Virgil-made, shits is purple suede (Hah) Killa Cam Purple Haze while we was servin' yay (Cap) Fire comin' out it when we burn the Ks (Brr) We winnin' like the Cowboys back in the Michael Irving days (Hah) Yeah, got out of jail and my fur was beige (Cap) Actin' like you did it, quit it, your did thirty days (Hahahaha) Pussy, I body beats and I murder the stage Let you niggas slide and make ChineGun turn in his grave I'm gettin' money like I’m supposed to be I ain’t want your ho, that bitch chose me (I mean, you know the rules of the game) I came a long way from Doat Street When it's time to shoot, I don’t get cold feet Letras de cancionesThis the life that we chose, get the white, hit the road Get it right through the toll, right? (Yeah) Get the white, hit the road (Look), get it right through the toll (Yeah) This the life that we chose, right? (Look) Shit ain't a game, nigga, use caution Rapper come to my city, young nigga gon' try to take his jewels off him (Run that) Gettin' money, that’s what I do often (Hah) I get treated like I'm the big ticket when I'm movin' through Boston (Hah) They prayin' on my downfall, want me to lose fortune (Cap) Few bands, the Christian Loubs costin' White girls tell me my dick is too awesome (Hahahaha) I said don't cross the line and you crossed it Now I want smoke, I'm through talkin' (What's poppin') Nigga, La Ferrari, I'm through walkin' (Hah) My compadres shoot carbons (Brr) Nigga, bodies gon' drop when they through sparkin' Now your mama gotta sell dinners just to get you a coffin (Hahahaha) Balenciaga drip with my exotic bitch (Uh-huh) I put the play together and I got us rich (I got a bag) I feel like Rico when he got at Mitch Oh, that's fourteen birds? That's a lot of bricks, bitch (Hah) I'm gettin' money like I'm supposed to be I ain't want your ho, that bitch chose me (Now we can settle this like you got some class) I came a long way from Doat Street When it's time to shoot, I don't get cold feet (Or we can get into some gangsta shit) This the life that we chose, get the white, hit the road Get it right through the toll, right? (Yeah) Get the white, hit the road, get it right through the toll This the life that we chose, right? (Right) You ain't no pimp, you a rest haven for hoes You're a car thief, a car thief The one you got out there is probably hot as a firecracker right now Fuck out of here, fake-ass, hustlin'-ass niggas You tryna act like you niggas gettin' money You niggas out here fuckin' with nine ounces and eighteen ounces, nigga Get the fuck out of here, nigga Yeah, I should know, man, I ain't in the game, nigga But if I was in the game, nigga, I'd be a goddamn two-ton nigga Fuck is you talkin' about, nigga? You niggas don't know no goddamn trials, nigga, never Fuck is you talkin' about, nigga? From Letras Mania