Verse one: 36 ounces of thousand in grams I ain't never had shitnow I plot to piss or a stick Ain't nothing in my jeans but some lint and some dick Who wanna hunger young rick Thinking I can't getout the situation I'm 'bout to make these bitches sick Since a little niggastarted to vision nigga Now when dophines' surely comeI know how much to give her Single bags to dimesdimestens to twhomp twhomps Catch me in the set and i'ma have what'cha want want Playing it rawI ain't out here for my health And tell the temp serviceain't blood myself Enjoyed myselfblocks away from the melt And proving thy self from cream that don't melt Chorus: (nigga why) before real nigga's kiss up to the man (whomp) 36 ounces of thousand in grams If it ain't legal and from uncle sam 36 ounces of thousand in grams How I get them carshousesand land 36 ounces of thousand in grams You ain't seeing shit till money in hand 36 ounces of thousand in grams Verse two: My brother and cousin got a plan Lookthat dope ain't got touch my hands But yet this bad and I'm the one with the life sands A ten millimeter for protection For any jacker or badge that run up in my sectionand ah I cost to cigars from being broke And this ain't lemonheads or no bar of soapand ah To old for mcdonaldsthat killed hope And all the hustla's around my way got cars with no notesso ah Penetentries chance's here I come That nigga move to fast i'ma pop his ass one (pop) Drop his ass one (pop) Bringing home the brick What 'ya know when the fiend got his own started up git Chorus
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