| Rock and rolling, roll and rock
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| I got techs AK, 4−4's and Glocks
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| I got wet and weed, X and drank
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| And I can get you bricks, when the Mexicans can’t
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| Think you iller than Killa, gon bet your bank
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| I’m number one right now, boy you next in rank
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| Since I hooked up with Slim, I stay at the bank
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| Like I got a job in it, I ain’t gotta rob in it
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| I just rob in it, with my cash in hand
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| While you in the long line, getting cash advance
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| You come to me begging, I’ma pass your hand
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| You say your click balling, why you can’t ask your man
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| But my click keep paper, like school supplies
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| Keeping bitches on dick, like food to flies
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| We take niggas bitches, you’ll lose your wives
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| And if you plexing, then you just might lose your lives
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| But if you feel me, po' your fo’s up
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| And if you got some good dro, get it rolled up
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| I’m the dopeman, I got the block sewed up
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| You gotta feel me, cause it’s like that
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| We the Fam nigga, we the Fam nigga
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| We the Fam nigga, you gotta feel me cause it’s like that |