street realer go getta need dat paper chazer

street realer go getta need dat paper chazer who you calling out a nigga ballin now slide on hin fiya on him cause he slipping 504 million what you bout im bout what you bout bitch chilling dealing da dope young nigga want my place so he wants smoke cut his throat have his body dead cold no coat e yez blood shot red da note for da body had many bodies dead money in da bank coke drought salen ganks war time you blind if you think i didn't put away enough to get a tank. missile spark da light to turn the night into day o yae nigga go play pudh play to hear dat smoke from rhyme olay sale yay touch play on da recorder session of a young nigga salen yay with a forty switch on it da put dat fiya in ya life when you clutching that thing tears drops on his face from lost homie eho bodies in dat revinin place hunger aches lifting weights to take that place of fat on arms chestplates da tresure wait for da key maker to make a lock smith arm with wesson to tear arms and get they chesthit we alarm