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Please enable javascript to see this content.Nine shots greet ya, greet ya, hang with Lil' Caesar
But don't sling pizza, pizza
The gat carryin', rap barbarian
Ninetysix Blake Carrington

I brings the most dangerous diseases
Trife please MC's of all types
Homosexuals, dykes, intellectuals like my flow, my charm
Wifey on the arm and stay f**kin' other bitches

Style never switches
Inhale, exhale, bail Nino Brown out
For shootin' up a townhouse in Hempstead, kids fled
Rumors was dead, no beef with no cliques

Niggaz don't want shit, Trife impresses
Lexus GSs, chicks in iceberg dresses
Who the best is? Mafia
But faggot niggaz wanna spoil it

Stop me from having marble faucets and gold toilets
I force it down your throat like sodomy
Mama proud of me
'Cause I stopped killin' niggaz for free

Uhh, uhh, the Anne Klein sportin' coke, snortin' niggaz lovely
I keep my pussy fresh like Dudley watch the show
As my flow bubble over like Mo's and Cristal's
Ain't scared to bust my pistal, sippin' hard on Cristal

Dream accounts, large amounts
'Cause Frank don't play with lai money, get high money
Ready to die Grady, no, ifs, ands or maybes
I'm not your average lady put that on my 380

Me and my bitch catch flights to Texas
Niggas call us Crystal and Alexis
Bump into some hoes that be in Houston boostin'
Trunk full of Donna Karan in the rental LeBaron

Uh, who us? We just swervin', in the dark blue Suburban
Drinking Bourbon, with Heinekens for the chaser
Police'll never chase us we too fly for that
Processed and fingerprinted we too dime for that

I be flirtin' for certain, wearin' short skirts and
But ain't no dicks insertin', see that's the difference
Between me and other bitches, they f**k to get they riches
I f**k to bust a nut, Lil' Kim not a slut
I gotta reputation to look out for, plus my boss is a outlaw

Uhh, motherf**kers think they tough guys
Motherf**kers better hold hands steppin' up
Faggot ass motherf**kers
They really ain't no true players

Death comes to those that oppose the clique
Dick riders get off the dick
'Cause, Larceny got guns for y'all
And if I get bagged my lawyers got tons of ones for y'all

Catchin' cases, niggaz pull they macs out
Niggaz getting mad 'cause I dug they backs out
Then I blacks out, start shootin' kids
Cribs is vicious, makin' my escape jumpin' bridges
Malicious, sometimes the danger taste delicious
Rule number three don't take love from no bitches

You know what makes me much stronger than you
I can take pain much longer than you
So what you gon' do when I run up in that ass crease
How you wanna spit a grease?
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Songwriters: BROADUS, CALVIN/YOUNG, ANDRE ROMELL/COPELAND, DEVIN C