She on media take out, but don't take out her kids
Sitting on the high tops sniping you targets,
And your hoping that he's focused to stay on the right road
Sitting on the bed while they cooking up that coke
I'm everything that they call nice
Sitting right here on my knees
Sitting in the room, on the phone, cooking up orders
I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds
Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing
Sitting on the toilet thinking,
And don't make vibrations stop
Yo, i'm sitting on the top
Straight into the toilet, his head gets used for plunging
Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin
And there's little to be glad for
Sitting on the floor cuz you know i want more
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