Lyrics
I've been on many fronts and I met many punks
punks bitch, front shit, wat you want punk bitch
Punk this, as I get my bizness all up in ya grill
My niggas stay trill, Take a ticket if ya will
Test the best, bet ya best, that the vest wont protect ya chest
Peep ya set, mainly breast I aint do wrong yet
Banged ur bitch flip the script and bought her a thong set
Wet yall niggas up like a wet t-shirt contest
Yall fucked with tickin time bomb, times wrong, I find bombs, I even got saddamm runnin gone
Run along city boy, i run this city call me diddy boy, yeh I shot him call me no pity boy
Man I'm gettin silly boy, But that dont change what I do
Make money, shake money, get the brick split in two
Shout out Da regime known as the do it big crew
You just a rec baller, I'm like a Jason Kidd to you
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