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Turn the lights all the way
Turn the lights all the way down
What? Yeah, come on, Big flow
Come on, yeah, come on
Yo, yo JAY, I flow sick
Fuck all y'all haters blow dick
I spits the game for those that throw bricks
Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, chicks, what?
Sex murder and mayhem romance for the street
Only wife of mines is a life of crime
And since life's a bitch in mini skirts and big chests
How can I not flirt with death
That's life's a nigga, long as life prevent us
We gonna sin a lot and pray to Christ, forgive us
Fuck it, ice the wrists and raise the price on these niggaz
Y'all can't floss on my level
I'll invite you all to get wit us if ya ball is glitter
When I go all the harlem playaz wall my picture
If you get close enough you can read the scripture
It reads money, cash, hoes, how real was that nigga, what?