Like s b meets the wutang, gotta get that creamery
Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free
And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,
And i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress
Drinkin' 40's, whippin' shit, and talkin' shit, their overtones,
Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those
Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine
Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.
I dropped an elbow on the one tryed to tackle me down
Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around
Give 'em guns, step back, watch em kill each other"it's time to fight back", that's what huey said
That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get
Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less
You know they bangin' in the car harder than 808's,
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