| You got drugs, crime and gorillas
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| You got drugs, crime and gorillas
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| You got drugs, crime, gorillas
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| In the back of the 'Lac, duffle bag in the trunk
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| Dog, you full of shit, and I’m not full of shit
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| Couple clips, 2 blunts of haze
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| 2 4 fifths with no tints, right
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| Let me take you on a ride, where thugs, run and supply
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| For big chips, like, get nots, and bring m to Nots
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| A monster, I copped, then I chopped
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| The profet, I boxed it
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| On blocks that I conquered, and stocks that I I done give to them blocks
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| Them convicts will pop it, every morning, don’t stop it
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| That watch on your arm, should be gone, cause them cops
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| See you goin to them blocks, seen it all, but they not singin your songs
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| From Comptin to Queens, them cops give you warrents
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| For watchin them corners, so watch for me, flawliss
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| You got drugs, crime and gorillas
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| You got drugs, crime and gorillas
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| You got drugs, crime, gorillas
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| You got drugs, and all these thugs, and all these slugs
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| Hoppin outside these clubs, fuck that, I got heat for m
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| Grippin the bottle and the bag, keep the bottle in the bag
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| Throttlin the bag, hopped out, and barbicued the fag
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| So sad, big man
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| I’m a criminal, homie, and I done fight some bitches, no sibliminal, homie
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| Parked the whip, flip my phone, light my bong
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| I know it’s earli, but crack the Patroan, it’s on
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| Silverbakc gorilla, white T, bitches on my dick
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| Leave the club, 3 bitches in the whip
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| In this game, I’m like Waid, stackin up them chips
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| Banna clip, AK, taped up shit
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| I told you we spray rounds, I’ll kill you with it
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| Ridin with Termanology, my philosophy is murder
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| And all that other shit, you never heard of
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| You got drugs, crime and gorillas
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| You got drugs, crime and gorillas
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| You got drugs, crime, gorillas
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| You can put the moon in my left hand, the sun in my right
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| And I still won’t be done with the mic
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| Whippin with Mike, catchin a tool in his left hand, breakin his right
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| Cake whipper, they thinkin the same way, but my brain’s different
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| Look, bitch, it’s the same way, except my chain’s bigger
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| More paper to play, when we can move the plannet
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| Take care of the dammage, I’m doin the damage
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| I’m causin the panic, your boy is expanding
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| From Cali to Florida, I rush your body, my body’s more than ya
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| At lantic to Pasific, the Atlantic would be Pasific
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| I’m hittin Atlanta, and I’m landin in the middle
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| Then it’s back to Philly, where it’s chilly, nigga
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| You got drugs, crime and gorillas
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| You got drugs, crime and gorillas
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| You got drugs, crime, gorillas |