Give them a couple racks and watch everybody change
If you never do, still niggas look at you strange
It leaves your heart with contusions and racks your brain with delusions
From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks
Having racks of paper, but i ain't gone complain
Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again
50, thousand volts you're gunna save for later.
Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her
Bout a 50 million skaters screamin faster
And then along came the wrong man for her
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Times in this crime land, my thug nation
Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look
I came ova yo house, yo momma got racks what's good?
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