Diamonds

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Diamonds on my neck

Chrome drop top

Chillin' chillin' chillin'

Chillin' on the scene

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Roll with a nickel nine playin' pickle with time

Cause I rather sit up with Shyne than lay stiff in the pine

Box niggas out daily, South Central crazy

Like an angry Israeli in a bullet proof Mercedes

Lyrically I'm Tracy McGrady

In a seven series beemer, blowin' kush and A/C

These fake niggas try and player hate me

Suicide, they gonna die when I give them phase three

Streets talkin', all about that nigga off Slauson

Get love from Eastside Watts to Westside Compton

Niggas know me in the Chi, two forties when I ride

Been a star way before my face showed up in the Vibe

Not to mention, all my different visits to the A

Been played, now my mission's, get this shit a different way

Each day symbolize the next level of the game

Bullets with no name, to keep the diamonds on my chain

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Look

Break the beat up, wake the street up with my potent flow

To all my critics from before, now you know for sho'

These niggas wanna switch ships, 'cause they boat broke

I said no, sucker duck inside, stay afloat

These so-so ass rappers get no dough

In the presence of this hip-hop Jacque Cousto

Nip Hussle, I'm the freshest nigga you know

Got the Palazo Vove lookin' like a light show

Slauson boy, or even numero uno

Bitches on my dick like flies on a fruit bowl

I just take my pick and we slide in the two-door

Mix a little Goose with some Nuvo, you know

Then I pull up to your set like it's neutral

Hoppin' out the Jag, dressed like the planet Pluto

Yo, assumptions got you lookin' like a culo

It's all money in, I need mucho, to keep the

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