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    [Talking:]
    Yea!
    P dot L dot K!
    As we continue on
    With the 5 and Better Series
    Volume 4 on the way!
    Yea, anyday!
    Who wanna play?
    Huh?

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    [Verse:]
    Uh, Louis V tee'in, I'm skiing in European... (yea!)
    Pussy you ain't seein', I G 'em and put the key in (uh!)
    AM to PM, I'm tree'ing, Louis with 3 in, movin' a V in
    Korean or Sour D'ing (whooo!)
    My blood temp'll give you a chill
    So I don't give a fuck how they feel
    Never have, never will (will)
    Blue steel, quarter mil', leather wheel (wheel)
    Crazy glue ya trap shut, never squeal (uh!)
    Bunch of disrespectful shit said until shit hit the fan
    Fans, I am no more than a man (man)
    Manslaughter in no order, and my flow water
    Aura way out of the era (uh!)
    Clever, invisible setter, sparkles on my sweater
    Herringbone stones, shorty give me dome then I dead her (yeah!)
    The new jack years are full of old niggas reminiscing
    And the computer's the new television (I'm cool)
    And my swagger back in the day (day)
    Cause the new shit got faggoty ways (uh!)
    Feet kick you outta the throne, gravity waves
    Lips sink ships, confidentiality raised (yea!)
    Look around (round), it ain't hard to tell my life is sweet
    I get down (down), where niggas chop ya head off if ya cheat
    You're a clown (clown), beatdowns, dead out on the street
    And my sound (sound), shot down, heroine on the beat
    No sleep, recession hit... bet I'm gon' eat
    64 chea, 7 on my feet, never know my peak (yeah!)
    Mary Jane knock, I answer with open arms (hello?)
    And every weekend's a smoke-a-thon (ohhh!)
    {MONEY}, only thing I really been focused on
    I left niggas with nothin', that's really dope too long (sorry)
    I'm reborn, haters don't even get a whole song
    One verse, one hearst, one burial... GONE (gone)
    Sapphire as I laugh by ya (ha!), I'm that fly and my stash higher (what?)
    Than a crack buyer (yea!), Vrooom... smoke up from the back tire (yea!)
    You don't talk on the phone, you duck the tap wire (yea!)
    Don't fuck with the tickin' time bomb
    Getcha picture found on thisis50.com (log on)
    My life's the bomb, and sticky chron-chron
    Got the G, the mac with' me... Mr. Don Juan (juan juan)

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    Composición: Lloyd Banks

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