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 Check it outHere's a penny for your thoughts, a nicklebag of bliss
 An M-16 with eighteen clips
 I'm all set to bust, treacherous
 Illustrious, homie don't question us
 
 Just ask yourself the question
 How many hoes can I fuck in one night?
 Just ask yourself the question, nigga
 How many niggas can I blast on sight?
 
 I'm ferocious, and you knows this nigga
 Bitches wear skirts, shake ass and bump
 I pop pistols, that's all I do
 I pop one at him and pop two at you
 I'm illusive, I'm a glutton
 Pistol popping activist with the key to the bucket
 I rip your pockets of the side of your pants
 You glare to the side and you glance, I’m in my G4 stance
 How the fuck you make it this far?
 No matter where you at, or who you are
 People treat me like Kareem Abdul Jabbar
 I hear ooh's and aah's when I jumps in my car
 Just from last night you can tell
 That I'm addicted to the fast life (Addicted to the fast life)
 Shouts out to my homeboys Mad and Quell
 You go on and fuck Misty, while I fuck Michelle
 
 Just ask yourself the question
 How many hoes can I fuck in one night?
 Just ask yourself the question
 How many niggas can I blast on sight?
 Just ask yourself the question
 Is it cool to ride, or is it cool to fuck?
 Just ask yourself the question
 I don't know why these motherfuckers wanna fuck with us
 
 What you wanna do, penetrate me?
 Bump my crib? Bust and fuck my bitch, nigga?
 I never thought a nigga would trip
 Off a little piece of ass that he know he could get
 Any day (Any day) and any time (Any time)
 You'se a vegetarian (what?), I like beef, turkey and pork
 Fish and chips, chips and dip
 Fuck it, hand me my knife and my fork
 I'm not too picky nigga, Kurupt young Gotti
 A.k.a. Low Ricky nigga (what up momma?)
 Substantialar, tyrannosaurus, gigantic, titanic tarantula
 On a creep homie, wake up
 Don't sleep homie, supposed to know it
 Look, I'm hazardous to health, nigga, bitch, nigga
 Don't ask me shit 'til you ask yourself
 
 
 (Fuck is up?)
 Man, life's a bitch
 You gotta put your pistol to the sky
 Kill a million motherfuckers and get high in order to be cool
 Man, you'se a motherfucking fool (Speak to these niggas)
 I thought the same way back in the days
 Young with a lack on daily things
 Never thought too much, homie, never trip
 I got drunk as fuck, the homies blaze sticks
 Look out for them niggas out to get you
 It's a mistake forgetting to take your pistol with you (Your pistol, nigga)
 Niggas get swallowed in the game
 I cock and bust hollows to peer, duck and frame
 Yo nigga, that shit sounds like I did it
 Don't blaze the Indica without the Thai with it
 Niggas look like they're doped up like tired bitches
 With the eyes wide gone, you spit the harpoon
 Wiping shit the fuck out, like typhoons
 With the little homeboys, T-bone and cartoons (C'mon)
 Motherfucker don't ask me for shit
 Fuck everything you believe in, little bitch
 
 
		
		
	
 
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