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Five star general spit, hush them niggasI star, why even discuss them niggas?By far, I'm the shit, flush them niggasFuck them niggas, I'm a crush them niggasChrome heater, street sweeperGun shots get deeper, cough up a lung and a literTwelve shot Nine now, one of my new petsAnd when these twins squeeze it sounds like duetsNigga burn, yeah, my Fam learn to earnWe got shit locked with no key holes to turnPlatinum Navigator, easy when you earn a buckIt's like a big fuckin' beeper when you turn it upShit vibratin'Hoes titties bouncin', rubbin' all on my shit, bitch try waitin'Straight to the telly huh, Sauce got angles to hitBillboards triangles and shitAnd who's Jeter? The Don Juan for you Don Con'sIn the double Nine Yukon, tote two armsFrom Brooknam 'til death doAnd I bet you when I spit shots they connect to dead youLil' monkeys postin' for wreckLetras de cancionesThey get trapped up and extorted for your toast and your vestI'm no joke, so laugh and be laughin' to deathAnd if you think it's so simple, you'll be gassed and then leftIt's the game tight nigga, chain two belowI'm a Gigolo Mommy, the fame I ain't fo'The foes I don't hate, hoes I don't chaseHenny I drink straight, my money is big facedFor you small change niggas who playin' to ballI got six digits now, what you playin' it for?I'm the youngest out of Marcy and the shit don't stopSteppin' up to the top 'bout to have shit locked.You want hits? We got hitsNothin' but the hot hits, once it dropEverybody's topless(Sunstroke)Hennessey shots and fly bitches(Gun smoke)The enemies plot on my richesYou want hits? We got hitsNothin' but the hot hits, once it dropEverybody's topless(Sunstroke)Hennessey shots and fly bitches(Gun smoke)The enemies plot on my richesMy automatic stoutest be off balanceGun with the silenceOutta state, mad mileageYour crew wild but we the wildestSwitch my trigger finger often to prevent a callusFor me many Men hold malice, I react with violenceSince we tryin' to double the dough, we double the sinsEven the gnats is double now lookin' like fraternal twinsThe rap killings be serialThe FEDS tried to link Da Rainjahz to the crimeThrough the use of genetic materialI'm takin' all bets, who want it?Wise, hard to touch, weavin' shit like Prince Naseem HamedThe flow is Ten karat and your lyrics is poorBig horse, plus you walk like your salads been tossedSmoke the explosion, rock second hand gold that's stolenStraight haul off and smack a nigga just for posin'Bleed Hennessey, rhyme like there's Ten of meSo you remember me?Every verse, I'm on should be considered a felonyWhy the fuck niggas be hatin'? I don't even knowNiggas need to go ahead with them outdated flowsDa Rainjahz 'cause precipitation, and we rain in this bitch likeHurricane MitchFuck the fame, son, I'm in it for the dough and another whipGhetto cracked out on some other shitStyle switch, leave the whole city dark like the MothershipY'all know the half, I hold the Nine with the rubber gripSeen less, y'all re-imported by the governmentIf I wasn't rappin' I'd be on the corners bubblin'Doublin' my cream on a triple beamInstead I keep the team tight and feel like ain't shit gon' divide usNot even riches, not even bitchesLook now, niggas of the World stay paintin' picturesOf the inner-city realnessWho can relate? roll and fat one and feel thisWe put it downYou want hits? We got hitsNothin' but the hot hits, once it dropEverybody's topless(Sunstroke)Hennessey shots and fly bitches(Gun smoke)The enemies plot on my riches From Letras Mania