itz ya boy DOllah bill reppin the 312.
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when i lock and load, and let my rockets blow//
i cock it back, and dodge ya cap, hide the gat, and drop a foe//
Let my pockets flow, and then the rocks'll glow//
The way that ima move with the ice? They call it rock 'n roll//
I aint sayin im the nicest, but the tightest in the whole area since the knot was invented//
About the game? I was sent to, change youe life and take the mic//
im crazy nice and tske youe wife cause she says you lady like//
yea, im the hottest, to be modest, and my style you cant top it//
theres no stoppin Dollah Bill or the mic that i be rockin//
These labels dialin now, wonderin where Dollahs now//
I aint a host or Nick Cannon but the crowd is wild'n now//
How can you top me now? Its like a hobby now?//
The words'll sink, I muder inc, like the label that Gotti found//
Come meet the shotty now, Ill lay your body down//
Cause you a walkin bitch, talkin shit, they call you potty mouth//
