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Big BSF shit Summertime Butch These are the real Sopranos They tried to box me out, they couldn't box me in You swing a fist my way and never box again My man moving weird shit, we ops again Thought we was of the same club, but we opposite I had to place my dog on to watch him lift Your mom's ain't gotta spend a dime out of pocket book You dwelling on when you showed me my first rocket but Who rode with you when you got your first rocket took You ain't really even know how to cock it, look Ain't know how to take the clip out the socket You gotta take this bitch off safety first You ain't really even know how to pop it, look We was young ****, but we wasn't done with it You jump in the streets, you take whatever come with it You find out what worked best for you and run with it And pass it off to the streets when you done with it This is a moment for **** trapping and actually making it happen Used to run through so many boats, they call me the captain They used to want me dead, couldn't give them the satisfaction Told my label don't trip, I don't talk it, I'm with the action I remember I was fucked up tucking my last Jackson Got a front from an amigo and played this shit ass backwards Sent the box twice and lost it, that's bad practice Turned a one to a three with the boy, that's black magic Let my auntie test the work and she said it was fantastic Letras de cancionesNow we running through the watts More chops than you could imagine I'm back at it, I flip chickens, I'm athletic My dog wanna back through the plug, but l won't let him Dior fetish, I pray we all get more lettuce Point me to the paper and we run it, Jerome Bettis Money long beyond measure, know my mind made up I spent 50 on this really, know my time made up I'm from the east side, the hood with the notorious name Spent my first couple years just exploring the game As shorties, we took cans to the store for change Now these jewels in my bag worth four and some change For five years, I had these **** playing follow the leader I left the keys at the crib like a responsible drinker See my homie take a brick and cut it down with a neater I'm with the man that make the dog, it's like! know the breeder And everybody can't go, but I still try to save a few Bro said the streets need me more than the label do Spit game, look at the stats of the **** I gave it to I keep you on the right track like your guardian angel do Big whips, big watch, big ring on my finger 100 B.S.F. chain, I fuck her so hard that it came a loose Teeth on a chopstick look like a saber tooth And just cause y'all say it on records don't make it true Big BSF, n**** The gangster way From Letras Mania