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They come to me, only for money don't give em a nickel they show me they colors/ My nigga my brother was doin it wit me until he was tooken but it was a struggle/ It figures no time to be sleepin around and be fuckin wit brothers, another one bites the dust/ Stick em up, quicker they pickin up/ Dirtier deeds, cream puff, where do we go when we do what we do? Gimme lickie to roll up the weed for me too/ Don't you want me to smoke it and drink it in front of you?/ Pull out my Jimmy and stick it in one of you/ Sonny, dunny, money, one of you suckas, no time to waste/ That talkin it'll get ya face/ Criminal action catch a case/ Minimal passion, when he was smashin, could my people really be laughin? Payin attention to what he was sayin, and keep from crashin/ Baby, let me thumb my ashes/ I'm sick enough I could put it in words to match em/ I watch em, look at the thievery still in my vibes and always catch this (Capo)
Recorded for the Bizzy Bone album The Beginning & The End |