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Fast Cars

True mizza-Mast' on the triz-nack

Bob Digi back for a snack

Kinetic 9 in the biz-nack

Raekwon got the triz-napWe be ridin' fast cars

Weed all in the glass jar

Chrome all on my crash bar

Glocks all in my stash box

We be ridin' fast cars

Weed all in the glass jar

Chrome all on my crash bar

Glocks all in my stash boxGats burst off, thugs take their shirts off

Five niggaz drop off, before I got the verse off

Pop go the glock, wipe the fuckin' smirf off

Your face, my bitch pulled up in a lime green and turquoise

SL5, five AMG, while you shoppin' for a deal like it's A&P

On the paper chase, like blood, my thoughts circulate

No caffeine, but the submachine gun will perculate

Rikki Tikki Tavi, ya'll niggaz Duck Daffy

Get fucked like Daphne, stuck like the taxi

Drivin' through the hill at night to the weedspot

I got two hands but I'm known to carry three glocks

bebebe, why, niggaz see I, only rock the Wu-Wear jeans, not the Levi

Used to break days smokin' coke and digi

'Til I bulked up to the Incredible Hulk like Bill Bixby

Face green, knuckles burst out like Wolverine

Should I rip this bitch pussy or go pull a sting?

Fatal guillotine carrier, boy, ya'll niggaz know me

Wrap niggaz in sheets, fold 'em like the roll singing

Sick silky six syllable stanza

Slap simple sadiddies swine sleazy Samantha

She blowin' up my horn, bitch ain't try'n to answer

Bobby Digital, Zodiac sign: CancerWe be ridin' fast cars

Weed all in the glass jar

Chrome all on my crash bar

Glocks all in my stash box

We be ridin' fast cars

Weed all in the glass jar

Chrome all on my crash bar

Glocks all in my stash boxYo

Yo this is P. Tone, 5 minutes from the Park Hills, Staten Isle

I do bad, only when the Mack good to stay balanced

You shoot me? I shoot you, best bet's to finish me

'cause if not, if I get the chance, I'm do you

Your shit all off the hood, the clips go buckin' me good

The shells get stuck in the wood, Starks is a veteren (uh-huh)

Clarks, jewelry, bitches, jeans, darts is his medicine

why'all can't build me, your technique's Ecederin

Look, I will take my time in the bushes, right

Paid up people no mind like I'm crooked, right

Shoot a nigga on down, do him somethin' right

He on the floor, tell his grams, "yo I seen the light"

The red car it just pulled off like Un Hall was drivin' the joint

Faster than ya had ya the fifth smokin' lookin' moist

I ain't know what to do so I told the boys

I'm not a sucker look, why'all mothafuckin' made noiseWe be ridin' fast cars

Weed all in the glass jar

Chrome all on my crash bar

Glocks all in my stash box

We be ridin' fast cars

Weed all in the glass jar

Chrome all on my crash bar

Glocks all in my stash box

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