AZ )



Yeah



Now dig



You got, rich niggas right



They do what they wanna do



Ha, and u got



Broke niggas, u heard?



They do what they gotta do



Now ask yourself, which one are you



Ha., fall back





( Chorus )



I had some problems



And no one could seem to solve them



But you found the answer



Told me to take this chance





Verse 1 - ( AZ )





Soakin in Remy



Sittin back smokin a twenty



Shit is scabby



The hustlin is so in me



Never so envy, got a style on max



I'm like Po



Packin eighty four



Now smile at that



Unseen when I'm low



But still right in your face



I'm so skinny



But that semi-autos right in my waist



From Jags to Jeeps



????? with them raggedy seats



Just imagin how I'm movin if we had any beats



Beats relax me



Good cheeba keeps me nasty



Lower the smoke when I see the G's creepin past me



Duckin a notch



?? bustin Dutches apart



Love pussy wit pretty lips



When u fuck it it fart



?frina fro?



Freak for the rims that glow



Rock Timbs in the summer or ten below



Blood in streets



The signs of the drugs thats deep



I'm just another nigga next up, tryin to eat





( AZ )



You Know!



Not a soul baby!



It's all for yall now





( Chorus )





Verse 2 - ( AZ )





But it seems y'all would rather

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