Verse one:



36 ounces of thousand in grams

I ain't never had shitnow I plot to piss or a stick

Ain't nothing in my jeans but some lint and some dick

Who wanna hunger young rick

Thinking I can't getout the situation

I'm 'bout to make these bitches sick

Since a little niggastarted to vision nigga

Now when dophines' surely comeI know how much to give her

Single bags to dimesdimestens to twhomp twhomps

Catch me in the set and i'ma have what'cha want want

Playing it rawI ain't out here for my health

And tell the temp serviceain't blood myself

Enjoyed myselfblocks away from the melt

And proving thy self from cream that don't melt



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(nigga why) before real nigga's kiss up to the man (whomp)

36 ounces of thousand in grams

If it ain't legal and from uncle sam

36 ounces of thousand in grams

How I get them carshousesand land

36 ounces of thousand in grams

You ain't seeing shit till money in hand

36 ounces of thousand in grams



Verse two:



My brother and cousin got a plan

Lookthat dope ain't got touch my hands

But yet this bad and I'm the one with the life sands

A ten millimeter for protection

For any jacker or badge that run up in my sectionand ah

I cost to cigars from being broke

And this ain't lemonheads or no bar of soapand ah

To old for mcdonaldsthat killed hope

And all the hustla's around my way got cars with no notesso ah

Penetentries chance's here I come

That nigga move to fast i'ma pop his ass one (pop)

Drop his ass one (pop)

Bringing home the brick

What 'ya know when the fiend got his own started up git



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