[Hook: Da Pak] Niggas, bitches, pimps, tricks Whoever you with, let me see them armpits Musty or dusty, ashy or nasty When your paths meet, let me see them armpits Hey, yo Hit somethin' Pop somethin' Move somethin' Rock somethin' Spit somethin' Cop somethin' Do somethin' Lock somethin' You want your life? The lift your arms up! Nigga put your palms up, get them guns up! [Verse 1] Come on over ho, we got weed in the Rover If you don't get your hands up, you can bleed in your shoulders I'm the holy ghost ask them Jehovahs I leave no witness, nobody but the chauffeur You might see me on the sofa with Oprah Nope, you gon' see me on the screen For catchin' a 3 to 15 for this cream ? I'm doing hit-runs with my hit-team Somebody get shot, nobody get seen Girl you a party ho, but that fit look nice on your body though I don't party though... Bitch! I'd rather stick niggas for their money And baby, this ain't a party song But I'll hit hoes with the Bacardi long Dick stroking, pussy bust that shit open Big pimping, big scoping, your tip closing [Hook] [Verse 2] We backed up in this Expo Drugged, gats up Time ticks to conflict, the bomb hit Explosion, blows with yo neck slow drips, holes Get 'em up are you finna win or what? Hands, get 'em up It's too clutch, by the guts, send 'em up As far as them blocks go, we got those, hit 'em up! Popped a mo', let's go henny in the cup Optimal, make 'em stop, drop and roll With the hot flows, spot clothes, gotcha dough Shot ya ho, dragged her out the hospital Unlock the door, pop the trunk, lock the fo' Ridin' in the drop-top slow, copped the dro Spot the popos but they only obstacles Jump from the pot smoke, won't stop the show Got the dough, lash out ? ?, C'mon! Yeah, yeah, uh, what? Yeah niggas, what? What? What? Uh, What? [Hook] [Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco] Hey, yo I pop something, write for a little; drop nothing Unarmed? Nuh-uh, lights on 'em pistols stop fronting While y'all chase birds like Road Runner for phone numbers I be in the back with bone crushers and known hustlers Big bill niggas, big deal niggas One call you're killed, all ill niggas Want beef? Better be extra sure My niggas be under your floors So stay on your toes like pedicures My 16s make other rappers quit dreams Try to sing, enlist in the marines Zero tolerance, I leave heroes hollering ? Feel me? 'Course not Still be on top On the rock, bill me for your spot, for real B Honor that 18, longer gat, corner cat, stronger raps When Lu on, who gon' be stopping that? [Hook]
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