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Mike G
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3 Commandments
[Verse 1:Joey Fatts] You listenin to the future of this rap shit Its no actin, still trappin Never slackin, where the strap? Under my mattress Turn him holy with this Magnum. Get ya Ma$e on, Street Fighter I just sit back and Capcom The straps drawn The set will rip a whole thru ya teflon Blue steel ill nose pistol long as back arms Crackin bitches, just another lick to pass on Run up in the house and clean that shit out when the dad gone Real nigga, from the east. You better ask about me And think about this Glock before you jock and rap about me Creepin down the block, the .40 cocked He out his boundaries, murk a nigga then we outti We don't do the county, and that's just the way it goes Get money, fuck hoes. Cause that's all a nigga know He was trippin, now he slippin its a go Choppa shells around the neck, all my niggas cutthroat Fatts
[Hook] Money. Bitches. Can't forget the weed. Give me those three things, And that's all a nigga need Countin' Gs, chasin' paper While these bitches on they knees Money bustin' out the seams So she tryna join the team (2x)
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