steady grinding

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, mack 10 said he got it and he servin fo' six, but i'm the bird man nigga, need to score some shit, i need a warehouse full, with pets, riders, and bulls couple of chopper, mack 11, and some hot boy hood, my lil' bitch kisha said she hit the mall, bought some goods, she gone bring it straight to daddy, break her off with the wood, the beauty shop stay poppin', cause this zones keep rockin, and my phone keep plunckin', cause these hoez keep jockin, just bought a new six with bra-less kit, put me on the floor two nines in my hip, the reason the drought is cause the feds done bust' my ship, got a crew of head busters that will split your shit, got a old and young bitch that'll take that trick, hit the streets, with that work 400 a zip, gave my nigga car go break them bricks, go flood that magnoila cause i want that bitch, kc take this glock, make will of the spot, tanto, tito and wap ya'll hug the block, and we gon tell the police, this this where money be clocked, and they can suck a nigga dick cause the hustle dont stop, you could beg shorty, you could keep it dirty, you could flip a birdy, you could cut it and serve it, and i keep it real, and i play the field, and i know when to deal, and i know when to kill, and i flip the guns, when i collect the funds, and i make all the ones, and i can play the drums, you could hang in a jungle, you could push them bundles, you could drive a bentley, you could drive a hummer, look nigga know that i got that work, so he plottin' and watchin' try to see when i'm gone, so he could break in my housin, i'm a bake a cake for 'im, make 'im think i'm out of town, i know he's here hustlin' i want my monkey talkin loud tellin' my round, i'll be there pick me up from the port, on my way to nashville, 10 bricks i'm goin to score, probably get a lil' dope, cause that dope make more money 20 dollars for a bag, half a gram for 100, this nigga just don't know, i'm on top of my game, should have keep it to himself but instead he told elaine, that i'ma get that nigga turk, so i got to bust his brains, cause if i let that nigga slide than he gon' try to do it again, so i gotta handle that mind, get rid of the bitch quick, bust him up fast throw him in a lake and spilt, jack who, take what, from who, not me, get a bullet in your head and leave that ass in the streets, from atlanta the drive-bys low ridin and shit talkin', sherm smokin, crack, sellin', blood and cripp walkin, mack one-0's the name nigga, hustlin' is my thang nigga cmr and west side, who bang is the game nigga, recognize a g in me, off top we wig-splitters, young and thuggin' like turk and them head bustin' niggas check it, i like the funk and shoot first is what they tell me, and no matter what it cost slim and baby gon bail me, i fight all my murder and dope cases from the bricks, known and loved by every hoochie, bitch, and project chick, cause i floss ice and buy crack at the boss price, and i been fucked and sucked by all my hoez at least twice, i'm reppin killah cali, but down with them south niggas, u know, them uptown gold and platinum mouth niggas, mack stay cockin' low, and down to ride for the cause, we keep it crackin' from crenshaw to the mardi gras, chicken hoez, game affiliated and drung related, i'm a drop-top bentley pushin nigga with my crop braided, from the feet up g'd up is my everyday behavior, a million dollar nigga, still ride in chuck taylor's, the fans worse then them jackers, try to keep me in sight, gotta take backstreets and alleys to get home every night, mack is to much of a rider, i could never be a sucker, i'ma ball till i fall and keep it gangster as a motherfucker,