Word, Got some Remy Martin, some good-ass cigars Check it out Ayo, late night, candlelight, fiend wit' diesel in his needle Queensbridge leader, no equal, I come from the Wheel of Ezekiel To pop thousand-dollar bottles of scotch, smoke pot, and heal the people Any rebuttal to what I utter get box-cuttered Count how many bad honeys I slut, it's a high number Name a nigga under the same sky that I'm under Who gets money, remain fly, yeah, I wonder Eyes flutter as love when Nas pops up Stars get starstruck, panties start drippin' The ways of Carlito, blaze, torpedo cigars Drop moves, hoes drop clothes Louis the XIII freaks, women nice size I ride like Porsches, thick, brown and gorgeous It ain't my fault, semiautomatic weapons I brought the world "Crazy," I'm rich and I'm girl-crazy Dick 'em, convince 'em all to praise me They ideology is confusion, I lose 'em Fellates me, who hate me? My gun off safety Since a Tunnel escape key, my jewelry in HD Silent rage, pristine in my vintage shades I'm not in the winters of my life or the beginner stage, I am the dragon Maserati, pumpin' Biggie, the great legend Blastin', I'm after the actress who played Faith Evans My little Jackie Onassis, dig? I'm so high, I never land like Mike Jackson's crib Best on .45, still crack ya rib sacrilege When lids talk trash about the nasty kid Past nasty now, I'm gross and repulsive Talk money, is you jokin'? Cash everywhere, in my bank, in the sofa In the walls, in the cars, in my wallet, in my <b>...</b>
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