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[Intro:] REST IN PEACE... PAPA BANK$! GRANDMA BANK$! DAMN! [Verse:] Yeah! - Shouts to the ones that's real. - Shots for the ones that ain't. Stabs for the type that tell - dictate the next mans fate. (fate!) As long as my legs stand straight - I'll be running to catch my cake. (cake!) Bounty hunted and still get high. (hiigh.) - ride till the day I die (die!) Sigh when the jake ride by - sprint when the jake car stop. Move too slow and you know where you're going a trip to the gate. - Bye-bye! You think you got 8-9 lives? (lives?) You think you can walk in my shoes? (shoes?) You're smoking entirely too much - going against me, you lose! (lose!) What exactly does that prove? - Your bones ain't platinum, you bruise! I hold the ratchet and tool. - Pop this bastard then bloom, (bloom!) I cop it, crash it, get two; I stop and laugh at your crew! (crew!) Then hop through the top, cause there's no top on top of that - I'm cool! (cool!) And I ride with the Gat - rob who? I'm a problem in fact? - I'm two! (two!) I'm so calm on the track, I'm smooth! Go anywhere the fuck! - I choose! (YEAH!) I ain't no normal nigga. - Damn, sure never been ordinary. (ordinary!) Can't say the same for these other niggas - bunch of shit you done saw already (saw already!) Armoured kit, and the doors heavy. - A nigga gun me, and it won't be there. (there!) I move like, the room right - swear to god, only real niggas up in here! (YEAH!) Money's my favourite smell! (uh-huuh!) Kush is my favourite color! (uh-huuh!) I love her! - And we don't party ways, cause I'm a smuggler. (YEAH!) Letras de cancionesHustler! (YEAH!) - I keep my mind locked in on my guap and I'm dime poppin' and car shoppin'. - Thin vesting and 9 Glockin'. I can't never see crime stopping! (why?) Too many niggas ain't got nothing! (right!) Random bodies in sacks dumpin' (ugh!) most niggas wanna get a cocked something. (YEAH!) That ain't you nigga, stop frontin'! - Cause I ain't never been no fool you got your tool And I got mine too, that's'll turn you to - a fucking pool. Life's so "Ooohh! " - Nothing new! Fuck with those that fuck with you! I'm comfortable and I'm up to TWO Million more - niggas hating! I've been waiting and I've been patient. Would have flipped if I weren't caking. (YEAH!) I'm a long way outta that basement (YEAH!) In that hallway higher than Satan. (YEAH!) I ain't fall out on the pavement. (YEAH!) - I'm a call out and replace him (YEAH!) I'm a ball-out and disgrace him (YEAH!) - in a mall out on vacation. (UHH!) I'm against whatever's against a G, this bitch industry ain't meant for me It's full of girls! - And punk niggas! - That right there ain't the way to be! Fuck the law! - I say it free. (say it free!) - Even when they free my niggas, WE - gonna be against the odds - dressed in expensive cars! [echoes] [Outro: {DJ Whoo Kid}] Yeah! Beef starts! These is BRAS! [echoes] My niggas get out the boards... You ball after ball! 'Ey! Know what time it is... It's a 2 last thing! 2 G's Up, nigga! SouthSide "Green Gang"! UNIT! Hahaha! That's how deep in time... Some knew it... that I'm COOL! Yeah! [police sirens] {"COLD CORNER"... THE MIXTAPE! } [beat stops] From Letras Mania