| Cop a chain, cop another, even though I know I don't need it |
| Spotted without dyin', baby it's hard to see me |
| Tried to try me, upped that fire, now that pussy retreating |
| I push that pistol to his back, and now it's God he believe in |
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| All I rock is diamonds, pussy no, this ain't no CZ |
| Speed dial on the dead, I bust the top, I'm callin' ZZ |
| He's sleeping, hmm that pussy catchin' Z's |
| This the type of murder, you won't see up on no TV screen |
| Eyes dilating, phone vibratin' |
| Killers on the line, and they want jobs so I'm hirin' |
| Alert 'em with no siren, quiet while I'm drivin' |
| He chokin' on his blood, held his own, now they hollerin' |
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| Violence, of course |
| DOA, of course |
| Cause that choppa that I tote will split 'em like a divorce |
| Got my foot up in the door, and I can't let that bitch close on me |
| Posted in the dungeon, smokin' since I got that blood on me |
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| Cop a chain, cop another, even though I know I don't need it |
| Spotted without dyin', baby it's hard to see me |
| Tried to try me, upped that fire, now that pussy retreating |
| I push that pistol to his back, and now it's God he believe in |
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| CZ |
| CZ, he's sleeping, hmm |
| Dilatin' |
| Vibratin' |
| Hirin'- |
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