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[Intro:] 09 to 2-10... Yeah... I'm back again! Yeaahh... ! It's your nigga... ! P Dot L Dot K... ! Huh... ! Yeaahh... ! And this is V5... ! Before I start I'd like to thank errbody for tunin' in... It's my time of the year again... Now let's begin... [Verse 1:] Uh... The way I come off is stupid, the last one you wanna be in the booth with My heart cold, I jus' ran over Cupid Until the roof chip I helicopter, Bentley, coupe it You think your shoe fit, I bury niggaz live on Whoo Kid What up Slay, (what up Slay) what up Clue, what up Drama You rockin' with the New York City 'Bomba I'm a rain on these niggaz, bring my new shit out Polish my game on these niggaz, Bank-o bring the groupies out I'm all about my money, fuck you talkin' 'bout Mind yours, six or seven summers pullin Porsches out, grind tours Scorin' till it's borin' nigga, nine cities, nine jaws Fuckin' with my clothes, gone soon as I hop off Letras de canciones[Bridge:] Fell back now I'm back for everything that's mine Them niggaz had their turn, now it's time to see me shine You don't wanna see me angry rather see me calm I got this rap shit in my palm and my CD, bomb [Verse 2:] You know I O.D today, put your favourite MC's away DOA, flat line, who want it with the PLK My life's hotel and casino play Where you want me sign is all I need to say and your fourteen car keys away You don't really want no drama you talkin' that E & J Between weed and gas I probably fuck off a G a stay I serve it either way, up close and personal Via internet cursin' you, underground and commercial too I bring your curtains through, it ain't really worth it fool Celebrate with a cake and a half a pound of purple, ooh Cool, 80's baby and it made me crazy Crazy, low down grimey and shady [Bridge:] Call me what you want baby just try not to call I ain't got time to argue with you cause I got the ball I'm a do whatever I wan' do and lock up the mall Death to a hater, tall big or small, man fuck 'em all [Verse 3:] Full 360, it's my turn again, turn to win You heard of him, surge a win, I'm playin' with words again Murda pen, came from damn near nothin' I deserve to win Curve the wind, in my Bentley spur with rims, fur within, won't give in I push the seven got the perfect ten, copper I rather work for free 'fore I work for them Yeah, you touch the soil if I touch the safe Bitch nigga, I can see it all up in your face Half rat, half snake, you live like that you get your ass clapped Half baked, a lighter and gas fate You heard my last tape, this off the street hot The D Block, I send niggaz to tree tops, free hops A one of a kind swag, it begins with me Ends with me, momma shoulda pushed me out a twin with me Then it'd be possible to duplicate, make the money Blue can make You can hate, this gon' bring me super cake... [Outro:] Yeah... As we proceed... To keep you up to speed... Shit gon' get crazy from here on out... Word... ! From Letras Mania