(feat. Juelz Santana) Lemme two-twelve wit' you for second True story [Jim Jones] Cold sweats (sweaty sheets) From bad dreams (nightmares) I hope the Feds don't grab the team Cause we been labeled as the trouble makers (DipSet) We sell whole pies so you ain't got to cut the cake up Tell no lies, so the Lord come and take us (solemnly swear) Praise to Allah, hope the Lord He forsake us (pray for me) And outlaws is what it made us We live the fast life, and so we ball out major (ballin') Until I see a ribbon in the sky Cop plush cars put ribbons on the ride (full speed ahead) Due to my political ties I can't roll around without the drip in the ride (East Side) And if my gun boys ain't hear of ya You're lightweight I get the young boys to murder ya You're looking at a cracker's worst nightmare Young, black, rich and with a fresh pair Nikes Boy you talk about my life here Fuck wit OGs that put dice in the mirror And they tell me that life's but a gamble The media will turn your whole life into a scandal
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