Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips
Either that or wrapped your body up in curtains
Come there, if your mother is around.
Got it on lock, you just locked out
I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed
Wrapped around your throat, you about meet death with me as your host
Got my hands on the wheel why your wrapped in chains
To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes
The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her
Your girl strokes my tip like she finger flicking a lighter,
Finger finger bang bang
Both: this the perfect plan
I might even keep your blood wrapped in a snack pack
Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack
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