Shut the fuck up punk!
 Give me that shit!
 You feel sorry for who!!
 Gave you head before I stormed in
 Muthafucka, any problem yo I want in
 I'm here to win
 Every mornin
 I'm yawnin
 While ya'll are boardin
 The store and showin that you're fake bringin some corn in
 Meat, rice, and poultry
 We all know how you get your money
 Don't insult me
 Shutup
 For me not steppin
 You can fault me
 Yeah, I chill
 But we are about to split this muthafucka
 Like SugarHill
 See your man
 He thinks he's wise
 Tell him chill
 He ain't the only one with chinky eyes
 Yo, I'm related to him
 And I'll put eight through him
 When I skate though him
 And my co-d
 I don't think you know is take to him
 And before it's over
 I'll have this whole fuckin store with that smoke aroma
 And yo, your wife keeps twitchin
 Than we both can bone her
 Real quick, real sick
 Pull out dick
 Then nigga go on and riff
 I'll have this whole fuckin clip
 On some raw dog shit
 Close that gate
 It's time to negotiate
 Now your store really could fulfill my needs
 Got now and later seeds
 Niggas need dungarees
 We in the middle of Harlem
 What we need for them ski's
 That's the coverup nigga
 For the weed, guns, and keys
 But ya'll is gettin live though
 I ain't gonna cry yo
 I just wanna get paid off, nigga
 Like five-0
 [Chorus]-2x's
 In America the product is coke and weed
 In China, the product is dope and speed
 The Columbians got the coca leaves
 But in Harlem, niggas like to Plot and Scheme
 [Cam'ron]
 Now your store grose
 A mil' a week
 And my niggas on the block
 Yo, we feel is sweet
 But we been livin here forever
 Can you feel our beat
 So give us half
 Or I guarantee baby
 You gonna feel the heat
 And I'm a little bit high
 Save a little and you die
 Send a blizzard through your store
 In the middle of July
 So if you wanna chat
 We can
 If you wanna scrap
 We can
 But I feel like Jackie Chan
 Exactly man
 Kong Fu
 Murder thoughts like John Woo
 I'm here for Bi
 Not to con you
 Now it's a done deal yo
 There ain't no bluffin kid
 And tell your wife don't move
 I know where that button is
 Yo, I would hate to have to bust her
 That's petty black
 Matter of fact get out the way
 I know where that maschetti at
 Give me that
 Blamm!!!
 That's when the chink goes flip
 Then grabs me like Spock
 On some Bruce Lee shit
 And his wife had a grenade
 That's when my niggas sprayed
 And in a puddle of blood
 Is where that bitch laid
 But this ain't have to happen yo
 Man you see the weed for real
 Nigga let me go!
 Back up off me!
 Damn that was a close one
 Next time, your ass gonna play Bruce son
 That's Word to mutha!
 You don't know how deep we are
 Give them them tapes
 Ya'll got VCR's
 Yeah, three of 'em
 But back to the topic
 My deal to the floor
 In a week
 I can bring about 10 thou to the store
 Yeah, I know I know I know
 That's not near to what your crew had
 But we doin this together
 Nigga that's too bad
 Now here's the deal either take it or leave it
 Cause see these guns
 We can take it or squeeze it
 Now everything is set up
 Right?
 I got some girls that will be here sometime tonight
 You know meya, the nigga wit China white
 They got some shit that will fuck around and blind your sight
 They kind of tight
 Now if I here things behind the hype
 I'll put a contract on your life
 And you sign it right
 The first day
 So have my money Thursday
 Cause I don't want to have to see your ass nigga on herse day
 In the worst way
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