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Ray Luv

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    I couldn't wait to get atcha
    It's been a while since you had a real nigga and a rapper
    With some game to spit atcha
    Snatch ya, get your mind ready for a new chapter
    Ride because we has ta, death before we captured
    Caught your xxx up like the rapture
    Did I get em? I split em
    Made a new tape, let the rhythm hit em
    I just invent em, inject you with the raw venom
    Every turf and block, I'm knockin out your car system

    If you were them, you'd best prepare for combat
    Gon' be a long one, best to bring the bomb sack
    These so-called players ain't real no mo'
    Snitch-hatin hustle and still we kill for dough
    Real for sho', I'm knowin that they phoney and faulty
    Just lice on my balls, I cut em up off me
    Now these jealous muthafuckas want me, ain't that a bitch
    Like I'm a punk and you could play me out, you xxxxxx trick
    Must be suckin on a glass dick
    I'm smokin weed, drinkin O.E. like '86, raise the dick
    Can you see me bout some major xxxx or is you minus?
    Small timers with a bitch-made click of co-signers
    Not a rider withcha, think you're safe, but I can getcha
    And do things to ya Lynch Hung can't even picture
    You'se a xxxxx nigga, and I be livin in new knowledge
    Cross me up again, I take your baby girl for hostage

    I couldn't wait to get atcha
    It's been a while since you had a real nigga and a rapper
    With some game to spit atcha
    Snatch ya, get your mind ready for a new chapter
    Ridme because we has ta, death before we captured
    Caught your xxx up like the rapture
    Did I get em? I split em
    Made a new tape, let the rhythm hit em
    I just invent em, inject you with the raw venom
    Every turf and block, I'm knockin out your car system

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    And I be down for mine, wrote out my gameplan line for line
    On how to get the money, same time blow your mind
    Incorporated real soldiers from the O this time
    Sellin all q.p.'s, whole o's and dimes
    CDs, LPs, now it's g's for us
    Flip the table, bubble up, cash and weed to puff
    Bet I couldn't serve ya, so I laughed, called your bluff
    Give me 12 months, bet you can't ball with us
    Ghettonomics is a major plus, enforced with muscle
    Mind on the mega-money, heart on the hustle
    Dirty women mixed with jealous friends, nothin but trouble
    Got focus, keep your self-respect, and know who love you
    You don't have to be a star, baby, no need to front
    Just gotta know where you're tryina go, and what you want
    We dissect and reconstruct the package like a surgeon
    Bouncin twice, raise the price, ready to serve ya

    I couldn't wait to get atcha
    It's been a while since you had a real nigga and a rapper
    With some game to spit atcha
    Snatch ya, get your mind ready for a new chapter
    Ride because we has ta, death before we captured
    Caught your xxx up like the rapture
    Did I get em? I split em
    Made a new tape, let the rhythm hit em
    I just invent em, inject you with the raw venom
    Every turf and block, I'm knockin out your car system

    For certain, I knew when I made it that it'd be curtains
    For muthafuckas fakin the loyalty and desertin
    Put it down, flashin on foes, when I'm pervin
    Not silent, I'm hard to swallow like lead and Bourbon
    Nigga feel me like a crack serum, no pretendin
    Link soldiers, uncompromisin, unbendin
    Do or die till the very endin
    Why do they fake it
    Claim to be any muthafucka just to make it
    It's my dream, I'ma take it, seize it, no hesitation
    No reservation, finally ready to face the nation
    Attackin like a pit was raised, now can you fade me?
    Writin bomb-ass xxxx off of hash the sight gave me
    Is it greed got me chasin g's or just in me?
    To feed me and my only seed, so we proceed
    All my enemies bleed as I puff up the weed
    Forever hustle till we all succeed

    I couldn't wait to get atcha
    It's been a while since you had a real nigga and a rapper
    With some game to spit atcha
    Snatch ya, get your mind ready for a new chapter
    Ride because we has ta, death before we captured
    Caught your xxx up like the rapture
    Did I get em? I split em
    Made a new tape, let the rhythm hit em
    I just invent em, inject you with the raw venom
    Every turf and block, I'm knockin out your car system

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