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Gimme the whole shabang, don't even need a scale Name ringin' bells like the hunchback of Notre Dame Gimme the whole shabang; ay, you never rode the train Two outstanding felony warrants plus a hole-in-one Was him before the fame; this street shit open game Motherfuck the halftime show, bring me the whole shabang All of these ice bowls and water, damn near broke the main If they pull us ovеr, judge gon' hit me with the wholе shabang Yeah Ay, bring me the whole shabang, nigga (The whole thangio) What else? We need that whole shabang, ay (Ten08) Blocks; bring me the whole shabang It's Mister Boldy James, ten zips of cut over twenty-six Os of flame Shit look like oats and grains All of this shit a nigga overcame; shoutout to my OG Crane Novacane I stretched the money 'til a nigga wrist broke and sprained Quick to curve you out; got enough shooters to coach a game Sippin' purp, countin' cash while I'm on the plane Whippin' the work with the same hand I pour the drank I need a pill to calm my stomach, help console the pain Buy a hundred grams of Superman, two bricks of Lois Lane Just took your whole life savings and blew that on a chain He sell weed, I sell blow; nah, we don't [?] the same Same as I want for myself, same as I want for gang Letras de cancionesI'm still that same gang member, talkin' in coded slang Block like a hidden blessing; robbery, no exchange Caught that nigga dexin' and hit him with the whole shabang Nigga, what else? Caught that nigga dexin' and hit him with the whole drr-r-rit! Gimme the whole shabang, don't even need a scale Name ringin' bells like the hunchback of Notre Dame Gimme the whole shabang; Ay, you never rode the train Two outstanding felony warrants plus a hole-in-one Was him before the fame; this street shit open game Motherfuck the halftime show, bring me the whole shabang All of these ice bowls and water, damn near broke the main If they pull us over, judge gon' hit me with the whole shabang Got fifty-two zips out a bird of flake Before this rap shit, I went to servin' H Hook, line, sinker; trapper's keeper like a book binder In the dining room, cuttin' up on Mama good china Saran wrappin' up them grits, we be sandbaggin' Pants saggin', pocket full of strips; I'm buildin' sandcastles Quick to run up in your spiz, we'll ramshack it Thousand graham crackers in a empty box of graham crackers Could touch a fifty if I pull a Mister Fantastic Bust-diddy on my wrist, this bitch was handcrafted On the craft, in that Wraith, bumpin' Faith Evans Just shakin' back from last night, it was some late sessions That ain't no truffle, you ain't spend at least a brickie on it Prices they be quotin', I know I can beat the ticket on it I been GOATed, the Da Vinci code I been decoded Knowin' we don't tote no less than thirty with a switchy on it Gimme the whole shabang, don't even need a scale Name ringin' bells like the hunchback of Notre Dame Gimme the whole shabang; Ay, you never rode the train Two outstanding felony warrants plus a hole-in-one Was him before the fame; this street shit open game Motherfuck the halftime show, bring me the whole shabang All of these ice bowls and water, damn near broke the main If they pull us over, judge gon' hit me with the whole shabang From Letras Mania