Jill you didn't need to help this jokester out with your happy box
Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks
Release the song, cash the lot
We popping bottles, it don't stop
Complete control, its a toll for my soul. devour me whole
Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole
Step to the plate, witness petrifying diligence
Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips
So is dr. j and moses malone
Gold plate wit dat rine stone
Once the police get to cuffing, bet his homie deceive him
The importance of makin a fortune is blown outta proportion
Wanna know what i been through, what you into
To having a motherfuckin' fortune too...
This is my skill, i'm making a choice
Another dead woman,another bad boys
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