Nigga dont you run out of money nah nigga please
But now i'm pointin the finger at police
Parking lot of the blue flame
Run up on fools, till they know this name
Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow
Pac told me fuck the world, i'm bout to cum now
Fuck that shit, i don't give a fuck
Nigga had a bad day, throw it up
Cause now you got me hopped up on that
Run up in the crib tryna uncover shit
Put your raggedy house up nigga or shut your mouth up
Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop
I know i'm not the only bastard in america
Callin' her up on the phone, quarter-dime telly nigga,
And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era
Wearin' up in a jacket and designer pelle pelle nigga,
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