Cormega: ayo guns and roses sons and soldiers drug
game cocaine ac's and range rovers snakes plan a
way to set they own man up for grams when they bag
up cristal white at night pistols might lift you
like heat seeking missles streets tempt you police
stop to get you cuz niggas you ran wit got knocked
and snitched too ya bitch knew time you faced you
didnt hide the safe now shes fuckin in your fly
estate by the fireplace my shine stay laced mind
original Firm La Familia organized criminals boy
you just a hand to hand soldier im a general one
way ticket to hell is what im sendin you yo you
idiot rookie cops know my props go high like
himilayan mountains Mega bouncin in the a z3
countin up g's wit no doubt son Nas: i'll die for
my niggas stick you for pies and lie for my niggas
plead guilty hit the chair and fry for my niggas
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rated and evaluated calculated the ages we be the
day we see chips freely beyond whips and tv's
stockbonds loot and flippin cd's but niggas hate
to see you on top they'd rather be you what not i
keep the desert eagle up on cock spot the snitch
and hes got quick why pop shit my niggas leave you
shot quick in a hop skip specialize in fly shit vs
on my breath while niggas gossip im on some dough
or die shit Foxy Brown: ill nana capo the Firm
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