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(feat. Cory Gunz) I got my hand on my damn cock Cause man, I copped a gun so big it could probably kill hancock I'm not a rat, me? Talkin' to the damn cops It's like Lewis Fericon eatin' hamhocks I'm a gorilla, but I'm slicker than a damn fox Been cool since pre-school, playin' in the sandbox I'm a hustla, I used to hand-to-hand, 'n I could stand on the block sellin' gram after gram And no I'm not from Japan, na', but it just look like it's asian in me, 'cause I got the hazy with me I been to jail, I got a couple hundred days up in me But I still keep the HK, keep the razor with me I ball hard, so other ballers is afraid to stick me 'Cause if I get fouled I'll probably shoot the tech And you can be the next dude that I shoot to death I wild-out, but if I foul out, I'll shoot the ref I'm happy when I'm in the coupe, but the roof depressed 'Cause I always put them down in the trunk, where I put them now I got dough, ever since O put a pound in my hand I been the man, you should put the crown on my dome I'm on the phone, havin' conference calls, with millionaires Yeah, look what I accomplished, y'all And I ain't tryin' to take your life, I got a conscience, y'all Plus the law send you up north, like a compass, y'all I was seventeen livin' out with youngers y'all I sign the rough riders with a flow that was bonkers y'all Letras de cancionesI can't even lie, you could ask DMY You could ask swiss too, SP and kiss too You could ask DMX, the female pitt too And they'll let you know all the battles I had to get through You could ask track and sheep, about how I had to eat Thousands of motherfuckers up, yup, I had the streets But ain't no money in battlin', and I had to eat I could spit reckless, but I had to make a hit record And now I make hit record after hit record And I make chicks get naked Like this check it, I just lick my lips on some LL shit, And then I make 'em laugh, on some David Chappelle shit, And they be on some let's go to the hotel shit, I Give 'em hard dick on some just got out of jail shit The innocent man, been in the can But I never made a statement, never been on the stand And I'm independant now, but that been in the plans 'Cause it's all about the benjamins man, Real talk, And you dudes can't walk in my timbalands man, And my sneaks don't fit you, the streets don't fuck with you I sip champagne and I throw back shots, And I smoke pot the color of a Apple Jacks box, I rap but I sold crack rock, And had the block jumpin' like the frog on the honey smacks box, You dig 'em? Body bags From Letras Mania