you know the deal

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uh, uh, yeah, ):], ay i'm focused now, they notice now, shorty to ride with me you got to hold this down, but you ain't got to worry cause we run this town, a nigga run up on me will get his ass gunned down. (you know the deal, it's all about a dollar bill, you know the deal, it's all about a dollar bill, you know the deal, it's all about a dollar bill, you know for reals, the only way that i can chill), uh, niggas won't understand 'til they man fall, from a exit wound big as a handball, damn y'all, can a nigga spend a mill for a house on the hill as tall as a ferris wheel?, niggas better chill - for the barretta peel, knock off your head and ill, whole bunch of red'll spill, nigga i'm rollin' up, system blowin', hater's glowin' up - frozen up, range rover truck color coconut, i used to be broke ass fuck, 'til i woke 'em up, i'll show you how to stroke a slut, get in her throat and gut, then it's back to postin' up, wheels pokin' out, smoke about enough to have you gaspin' and chokin' out, i - do what i wanna when i wanna ball when it's summer, leave out the club, squeeze 'em all in the hummer, stitching in the seats, interior peanut butter, brand new pelle pelle, nine-millimeter under, )], uh, banks is back yeah the punchline boy, you've got to be a millionaire to touch my toy, i figured, i'll let the haters see it one more time, i skeet off zero to sixty in three-point-nine, besides, i gotta make the jewellery store on time, i look like i bought the jewellery store this time, and it's hard to live like a rap star on the cover, i got three magnums - the gun, car, and the rubber, i got a fur fetish, a three-quarter cut habit, nigga that ain't chinchilla, it's plucked parrot, part rabbit, go find your heart faggot, i prey niggas find your foot and toe tag it, there ain't never a drought, i got the sour on tour, so raw i gotta hotel towel on the door, hoes all around the hotel pilled to the floor, they done followed your boss since two-thousand and four, )], from here on out it's manslaughter for the masses, and classics courtesy of mr. mathers, you bastards heard of me i get the cash, it's the american way i go to bed with the 'k, i got red, blue and white don't even ask about ice, i look like a cop car flashin' his lights, all he want to do is chit chat and make tapes about him, 'til they lost like malcolm before the "nation" got him, out in timbaland tearing the coup, my wrist chunky like campbells soup, niggas shoot, i done been around the world, and i'm right here you won't hurt me, i'll put your ass on ice yeah - cold turkey, i'm blowin' purple - the haze mixed with hershey, i done gave you style, now reimburse me, and it ain't no more love you get the "birdie", i'ma be in the number one spot 'til i'm thirty, )]