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Delonte West (Prod. By Harry Fraud)

From the bottom to the top

That mushy got to Harry FraudNiggas hated, it was nothin', my pace cool

They ain't let me get a piece, a day food

Now they feed that big wreck machine comin'

Actin' like I'm on somethin' mane, give a nigga nothin'

Took my bath in the kitchen, now that's cheese

Lord forgive him please, on both knees

Big joints burnin', it's 20 more to go

For niggas doin' 20 before they see parole

I know the road ain't safe and still I choose to drive

It's crazy baby so I don't recommend you ride

Motorcycle, guns on it, Delonte West

Crap shooters 'round the table, please place your bets

Small circle though, can't infiltrate

From them whole pies, I've seen birthday cakesMotorcycles, guns on 'em, Delonte West

Crap shooters 'round table, place your betsSometimes when I look into your eyes

The hurt and pain I see (I'm still smokin' baby)

Makes me want to cry (red hot, old chili peppers)Get a whole lot of money, put the team on

All about the dollar shit, that's my theme song

Lookin' out the window, police chasin'

Did it from the bottom up, statch from the basement

Got a lot of questions that would never get answered

But these money bags got a lot of shit in them, Pampers

Respect come with loyalty, uh you just sayin' yes

If it's wrong then it's wrong, shit I'm from the set

Motorcycles, guns on 'em, Delonte West

Crap shooters 'round table, place your bets

Don't be thick about it, just get acure

Shit, I'm getting mine, you should be getting yours

The same situation there for you

Quiet to them boys, here is my lawyerMotorcycle, guns on it, Delonte West

Crap shooters 'round table, place your betsSometimes when I look into your eyes

The hurt and pain I see makes me want to cry

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