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38 Spesh
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Peace to the God Spesh Already know, my nigga R.I.P Strauss a lot, no hoops, we bounce rock I ain't talking about a speaker that bust, allow Pac Take shorty cheeks to Thailand, she Bangkok Reek reefer, fly features, the bar card Shots coming vacant with heart, don't get booked It's a plan to eat, I was the cook and played the nook Since a youngin on the steps, all live niggas that rep They didn't have to pass the torch, it's stolen, it never slept Let my taste that If her eyes pop and jaw Milly Rock, I take that Scared money don't make noise like Illinois or Chiraq's Don't get lined up like a round back It's so far, got the lighter to a mayo jar The boulevard clicking, I'm hitting the potent fog My people shooting with the nine to five I know traffic cops that'll tow your car while you still inside Invest in me, go short the cheese You'll be leaking from your head like an STD, yeah These niggas giving pounds with they heads down Not for kids with my backpack, I don't spray ground From the waist up, I just playground Swing on 'em or slide off With metal in my hand, I'm a cyborg I grinds 'em when I kickflip In gear, the stick shift The whip leave you thicker than Bisquick A German Ruger with the dinner heads If you survive, you ride in a wheelchair with a dinner head Weigh, bag, sell, count Weigh, bag, sell, count Weigh, bag, sell, count Weigh, bag, sell, count Weigh, bag, sell, count Weigh, bag, sell, count Weigh, bag, sell, count Weigh, bag, sell, count Weigh, bag, sell, count Suede envelope, I got beige coke and Malcolm X GA sips, CA Crip niggas My bitch lick triggers Kissing a killer, Beverly Center winner Hennessy panty dripper, yo, fuck with us Same nigga that gave you the plug With the Christmas dolls, smuggle the work through like it's porcelain Want water? Let it dissolve Separate it, dry it out, wrap it all up and let the tour begin Y'all niggas talk twat, what type of war we in? According to them, I beat you with accordions Your dead body crowd surf the audience Your baby moms, she a Nautilus slut Wherever the wind blow, she row row Ten toes, she push her pussy for escrow I push a Lexus slow Circle the block, she bring back my dough I bring her blow so she numb when I go Yo, baby girl, it's time to take this show on the road It's Flee, though You know me for the coke beats with big ghosts Slideway flow, the dime face hoes You know the kid, I gave niggas a lane to go When in Chi, 38 snub nose Weigh, bag, sell, count Weigh, bag, sell, count Weigh, bag, sell, count Weigh, bag, sell, count Weigh, bag, sell, count Weigh, bag, sell, count Weigh, bag, sell, count Weigh, bag, sell, count