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[Chorus] They run a foot too long They run a foot too long (Yeah!)They run a foot too long It's time to give me mine (better!) They run a foot too long (they better) They run a foot too long (they better) They run a foot too long (they better) It's time to give me mine (because its) Time to, time to gimme mine (yeah! ) Time to gimme mine (yeah! ) Time to, time to gimme mine (haha...) Gimme mine, Gimme Mine (I'm so... far... ahead man!) Time to, time to gimme mine Time to time to gimme mine They run a foot too (hehe...) long It's time to gimme mine [Verse 1] Yeah! What they talkin' bout Fee? they ain't saying shit Nigga, we could hold court like Stan Smith Or Judge Judy, you niggas better shoot me Cuz I bought my mans a glock, and I bought myself an uzi (brrr...) Don't confuse me No, they don't amuze me I come after the money, like wednesday come after tuesday I told stunna I'm wilin', he say 'don't worry I gotcha' He told me 'cut they heads off, and bring them bastards withcha' Yeah! Them niggas getting scurred! Wurrd? All that talkin' just a whole bunch of verb Pussy ass nigga got a whole bunch a nerve I have em putin' your picture on a bunch of shirts Cuz I smoke a lot of weed, and drink a whole bunch of syrup I like brain, so I fucks with a whole bunch of nerds (hehe) I am number one, cuz two is not a winner and no one remembers third [Chorus] [Verse 2] Money is the topic baby, See I'm a giant, all these other niggas mocking baby They microscopic baby Big crib, I can't even hear em knocking baby Headed to the top, like I'm tied to a rocket baby To all the foreign women, lets make a tropic baby I got so many bitches, I could make a copulation I'd like to thank the haters, for your cooperation I got that doctor chopper, give you an operation Niggas this is my crusaders, kill for confirmation We all got on masks, we bout to toxic waste em' I hope they mama's raised em', cuz they got bitch ways If they don't pay for you, they get you back dead Real talk, stop walking on your back leg Step into the lime light, bullshit backstage I used to tote a 32 up in my crack days I tote that AK47 in my rap days [Chorus] Yeah! Come and get it (tell em), anyone can get it But since I'm the president, I be a little more politic ha I chillin' in the clinic Cuz that's how many nurses I got working on my dizick Snakes in the grass, rats, lizards But round here snitches don't exist like wizards Hoe this ain't punch, I'm sippin' on some syzurp I roll a fat joint and do my fingers like scissors The game so cold, I done had my share of blizzards And now I got that big money runinning like rivers Nigga, I'm here to get my shit straight Burner on the hip waist Leave a nigga street full of bones like a fish plate (aow!) Yeah I'm from the hood, but now I'm living in a rich way That's why I got on my knees and thank God for this day So say watchu wanna say, I need to throw a cup of water in my face First place I [Chorus] |
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