Intro 1
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I got
Verse 1
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astrophysics and shit,
yeah gifted, authentic misfit
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Trip like Lipton, crack helmets,
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so cutthroats get rich
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To Cressak I'm committing,
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all my biscuits got extended
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If I'm offended, we split it,
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with the quickness
Leave no witness,
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out in boonies digging ditches
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In Baywaters, sleep with fishes,
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knock your teeth out with
some wrenches
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Won't be ID'd by no dentist,
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your own mama won't know who you be
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I murder Mac from Triple C,
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hell I haven't 707,
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Cressak cutthroat putty, yee!
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Yee to all my cuts free
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Till we yankin' on them triggers,
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puttin' fuck niggas to sleep
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Till them bitches pop that pussy
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for a real nigga like me
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On my level, don't trip,
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motherfucker, I'm Cool P
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On my level, don't trip,
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motherfucker, I'm Cool P
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Follow me now, fuck around
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and you be layin' six feet deep
Mack Drake mobbin' with the heat,
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and you niggas know my speed
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I stay steezin' on them
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Steezin' on them
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Steezin' on them
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And if it's bout to cash,
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then I'm gon' seize the moment
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Now that's steezin' on em,
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steezin' on em
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Steezin' on em
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And if it's bout to cash,
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then I'm gon' seize the moment
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Now that's steezin' on
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The quicker she get up the liquorin' bowl
The quicker she kick off her shoes and
her clothes
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And that's how we turn em
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like Xenus in bowls
Bitch, you gon' learn what it meant
when you chose
Trick, I'm a permanent
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pimp in the zone
Bet I'm gon' earn me
a bill before I'm gone
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Nothin' concern me,
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I'm permanently owned
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Thoroughly gone,
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killin' for riches like Cerulean
Thoroughly gone,
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leave them in ditches,
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they bury with chrome
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Me and my niggas is all that we listen to,
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all that we own
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We fuck with them figures
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and that's why them triggers be
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callin' you home
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Picture a nigga who live what he spit
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when he come from the turf
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Fuck all these snakes in my mouth,
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who's I'm on you, I come from the dirt
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All of these bitches is lies,
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most of these niggas is too
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None of you niggas is riders,
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none of you bitches is true
Ray ain't no front,
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I check him for breakfast,
I break him for brunch,
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make him pay for a lunch
A winner for dinner,
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I do what I say
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and I say what I want
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This 7 -0 Sav age don't get it,
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we got it, I can't even front
I rap till I die,
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I only take breaks when the MF is low
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I stay steezin' on him
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Steezin' on him
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Steezin' on him
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MF is bout to cast
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and I'ma seize the moment
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Now that's steezin' on him
And if it's about the cash,
then I'm gonna seize the moment.
Steezin’ on ’Em
Mac Mall, Ray Luv
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