![]() So for the bread and butter I leave niggas in the gutter When it’s time to eat a meal I rob and steal I’m slamming niggas like Shaquille, shit is real Give me the baby rings and a #1 MOM pendant Then I’m dipping up the block and I’m robbing bitches too Webs on the neck from the necklace stripping Two point-blank, a motherfucker’s sure to dieīecause the nigga play pussy that’s the nigga that’s getting screwed With the same clip and the same four-five I’ve been robbing motherfuckers since the slave ships Treat it like boxing: stick and move, stick and move Word is bond, I’m a smoke him yo don’t fake no moves (what?) The first pocket that’s fat the Tec is to his back ![]() No need for that, just grab the fucking gat Motherfucking right, my pocket’s looking kind of tightĪnd I’m stressed, yo Biggie let me get the vest I’m ready to get this paper, G, you with me? My man Inf left a Tec and a nine at my cribĪ one-to-three, he be home the end of ’93
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