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Lyrics
I came in the door...said it before...
this is a stick up...so put your face to the floor...
with a gage in the palm...or waving the 4...
no nigga alive can Matrix and dodge...
when I pull a Jerry Rice and 88 burn ya...
light vase...ledge over the fire place urn ya...
Curt the...best at...best with it...vest and tek fitted...
big truck...pull up to collect pigeons...
my rims black like I don't need'm...
shit...ya rims black cause you don't clean'm...
I'm where the party at...just sipping that bacardi razz...
hit bitches never call'm back...
listen...I'm that grimey...and then some...
went to pitching big lugs...from thin crumbs...
now a nigga out of the shit...
but I still gotta awfull powerfull itch to let the howlitzer rip...
a nigga stand 5"8 lookin at charts...
but a nigga mind stay...10-foot in the heart...
plus I pop off like I'm cookin with lard...
melt ya face...
like when the Germans tried to look in the Ark...
when C. Cash and Curtisey match...to heat tracks...
get ya red and green flags...cause we smash...
more laps than Nascar...holding a .5 and 2 O's...
roll with more Italian white than Peugeots...
