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Remember I'm a man of respect

Remember, remember Santana was next

Now it's not techs, it's checks and fancy collects

I want his wrist, fist, whole had, jammed with baguettesPose for the camera man, me and Santana man

Word to my grand ma, he one bad mamma jamma, dam

So I don't write for the stardom

I get, booted, zooted, write down my problemsI've been through it headed right for the bottom

D.C. naw, would've been a sniper in Harlem

That's why I throw some doe to my cody from costovo

Help me get on overflow, no one suppose to knowBut she lay me up like the prime minister

Thousand grams of dope smellin' like Hine Vinegar

That was a lot to linger but to the top I bring her

When it came to dope, I always copped in fingersMoney missin, oh shit, I almost chopped some fingers

Slit some wrist, that's when they said oh shit he's not a singer

Fuck the rap, fuck the movies, fuck Siskel and Ebert

This pistol I'll squeeze it, missiles if needed, KillaRemember I'm gonna spend my cake

Remember Jim, we getting out of five eights

Now chefs will fry us steaks, it's a higher stake

Swiss accounts, I'm goin' show you how to wire cakeAnd we from BBO, now you a CEO

Direct a video, your own album, here we go

Thats my man anytime, I holla, holla with me

We shared chicken sandwiches, they was a dollar 1.50But you seven dollars, nickel bag and white owl

I hope the chicken sandwich last us through the night child

We ain't care, we didn't sleep, we was night owls

Insomnia tics our life styles compatibleMagical, pop's gone, shit tragical, mom's on mission

My house is where the attics chill

I'm like a teacher, I need me a sabbatical

It's not irrational, I grew up radicalAnd you all are shook, I bought all my crooks

Fuck you R and B niggaz, Zeek sing all the hooks

Tito and Brick, yes, yes, come again

They came sun or rain when I had that stomach pain

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