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[00:07.55]K had called and gave me the word
[00:09.04]Said this nigga had ten birds, in Augusta for the week
[00:11.25]From the islands
[00:14.27]As soon as K told me this shit, I started smiling
[00:18.37]Cause all I could see was money piling
[00:18.84]Shit, on top of money
[00:19.57]Now, K chillin with some money for the week, and Chesapeake
[00:20.87]The heat made my nigga take a break
[00:21.78]If I could catch all 10 of them bitches, and I don't look suspicious
[00:23.93]I'ma sell the fucking quart for the eight the ha ha
[00:25.43]As I told K bye bye, he shot me advice
[00:26.28]If you gone do it nigga do it nigga, fuck thinking twice
[00:26.96]This is the lick of a life
[01:05.82]Go fight 'em fire for fire
[01:06.67]Hit my hip when you finish said his calling card expired
[01:07.52]Hung up the phone, contemplating on who help me do it
[01:08.97]There's Kia and Jessica and then Rhonda truitt
[01:34.90]Now Jessica to stupid and Kia lie to much,
[01:36.07]I guess I'll take Rhonda, cause Rhonda don't give a fuck
[01:37.03]But first I got to pump her up
[01:37.66]I'ma throw what, 10 g's
[01:38.26]Tell her if she really love me she would do this for me
[01:38.81]Eternally we'll be together for better or for worse
[01:39.59]But first we got to take these niggas to the hurt
[01:40.03]Burst in they shit, get the bricks come back out
[01:41.22]I'm be waiting in the chevy, you know I'm ready to take em' out
[01:41.77]If they front 'cha baby, come on, we make it we rich
[02:16.62]Come on, shit, Rhonda, my down ass bitch
[02:20.03]I'm the realist bitch
[02:21.74]I'm mo' realer than reality
[02:23.63]Fuck that dumb shit, it take nothing to a casualty
[02:26.59]Well I'm the realist bitch
[02:28.79]I'm mo realer than reality (well uh huh)
[02:30.19]Fuck that dumb shit (uh huh)
[02:31.06]It take nothing to a casualty (what)
[02:32.96]FBI be after me, quareter ki in my womanly (uh huh)
[02:54.93]Coming back from St. Croix
[02:56.54]First lady to Pastor Troy (well come on)
[02:58.24]Even I'm a Georgia Boy, cause boy I'm ready jack (well uh huh)
[03:01.12]All you got to say is where them pussy niggas hangin' at (well uh huh)
[03:04.17]Drop it like a maniac (uh huh)
[03:06.18]Set it off by myself (well uh huh)
[03:07.70]Fuck them pussy motherfuckers and who ever else
[03:10.74]Okay baby, you set it off, there will be no more living single
[03:18.60]I'll be ready to tie the knot after we lick them for them blocks
[03:19.37]Grab the glock, and shot out the lot, and keep on bustin'
[03:20.56]Then I'm gone bust in cusin' and leave his punk ass fa' nothing
[03:23.37]Now what's in store for you is 10 g's
[03:26.67](That's enough for me, I don't give a fat fuck
[03:27.43]what's the fucking hold up?)
[03:31.20]About this time I saw a truck, to a familiar
[03:35.43]K had said them motherfuckers had a truck similiar
[03:36.60]Passengers are him and her, playing some reggae shit
[03:38.02]Two a.k.'s, me and my bitch, one false move we gone spit
[03:42.93]Guess the driver thank he slick, dred head motherfucker
[03:45.74]Guess he most be know my bitch, Rhonda watch them motherfuckers
[03:48.94]That owe 'em money, that what, with K.D. & Chesapeake
[03:52.11]Heard that when he spoke with me and now her folk wanna smoke me
[03:57.66]If he had the keys all I can do now is wonder
[04:01.18]But for now me and Rhonda filling 'em up with the thunder
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