R.I.P.

Yeah, Yeah, You know how it go down nigga

Yeah, Yeah, Drop a fucking bracelet and shit

Preme, Happy B-Day, Word up

You got the masters in the building youknowhatimsayin

Word up, Chef, B-Real, Check it, Yo

This the business, A strong wind thrust, I been this

Drank with the worm in the bottle, I sense this

Coming to change games, Lanes just opened, It's on

Call my brother, Lets move, We joined forces

Grab the horses, La Familia, I feel ya

Let cruise yo for Miss Ecilia

I got my brother the fly pirrono, Pizzano

We puff grass, Get cash, And swap condos

Yeah, Under the building gun flash

Your arm cost a hundred mil, Fuck master

Yo, Mad successful, The masher, The break jaw blaster

Wrapped up in a World way hashed up

Gwap paper, The vacaters

The Lakers gave us enough paper to buy Rockefeller Plaza

The combo is awesome

He's Supreme Magnetic I'm Rakim, Who wants some

(Gun range) Take aim and bang

(Too many slang from where I came)

So I hit the block ready to rock like cocaine

(Single shot from the glock, Body drop from the pain)

This the gun range, Take aim and bang

(It's a shame, These bullets ain't got no name)

So either it's over beats, Or over these streets

(Mop'n you is murder may you rest in peace)

I see you hate'n any time I make a stack

But down fall bitches like you pray for that

You need a life but you ain't really made for that

We steal your shine like a kleptomaniac

Me I go like G.I. Joe, See I blow, My enemy, He die slow

The weed I grow, Gift from the seed I sold

I'm stone cold but coming with the heat I know

I'm from the Hill where green thumb reign supreme

It don't matter if you and your boys hate my team

And it ain't none of your biz how I make my cream

The pain I've seen nothing to the pain I bring

I lean back like Joe for a beef or peace

Either way, I'm getting cream and my pocket's obese

I'll eat you fuckers for breakfast and make room for lunch time

Your name is a joke, I'll make you a punch line

I come from the Hill where it's real, I've seen real

Dollar bills fall out the trees like free meals

Guns get bought like E pills

How can I see bills, And Granny in a crib worth three mil

We hit the bottom and tap'n the bottle

You try to follow me and I promise you'll be tips of hollow

Swallow the fire water, Tomorrow you'll never see it

Got the Chef cooking the venom, Send em to another meeting with death

Your stressed out looking for another savior to save your life

From the killers with the ill behavior

The neighbor that's no good, Take over your whole hood

Leave you in a puddle of blood, I hope it's understood

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