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butcher comin'

nigga

they play sports

i race the porsche through the streets with choppers

you know us

we like the bucks on the eastern conference

i'm plugged on both coasts

from long beach to yonkers

so i'm somewhere in brooklyn smokin' weed from compton

tell me it's lit

just pull up and sell me this shit

i bag a half in three-point-fives with no scale in this bitch

you know how i play it

i press a button

your helmet get hit

ridin' through

magazine tall as a elf in the blick

beef in the air

i smell fear

i can tell you was tense

had to drop

but let you slide 'cause i could tell you was bitch

i stayed in the suite for so long

i got mail at the ritz

we bettin' on dice like the nfl on the strip

i run in the club

bump into plugs

i fell on a brick

only tom brady get more rings than my telephone get

this for the ps and my co-ds

i'm a federal with'

my lawyer told me to breathe

them charges never gon' stick

let's go

ayo

we was baggin'

some big nigga came through clappin'

i ducked behind french

got the mac and started

he just got home from doin' a stretch

nobody put him on

all he heard was west got the bricks

you gotta sneak up on him

went and got the blow from pete

you know

pete from utica

did a stretch and came home and started shootin' up

but anyway they did five together up in attica

how i'm gettin' rich and they broke? it ain't addin' up

niggas started plottin' on me

they followed me from jummah

i peeped the nautica van

and

yo

i gotta lose 'em

floatin' down filmore

slid up in cp

one of us gotta go

it ain't gon' be me

still got the ace still

hopped out

shot pete on june

his brains landed on wakefield

two weeks later

we was baggin'

the big nigga showed up

i hid behind the fridge and started clappin'

hit the nigga twice in his shoulder

he bust back but missin'

then i got good shots

seven bullets in the same shot

now his dust missin'

get the mop

get the bleach

came a long way from 'caine

we was dealin'

got my name out the kitchen

yeah

came a long way from 'caine

we was dealin'

got our name out the kitchen

look

few thousand for the god crystals

i can make a call and get the raw shipment

one shot

one kill when my dog clipped him

scored on them niggas with one bullet

that's rod strickland

four fifth-ed him

left him in the front seat of his car

twitchin'

i don't know what kind of raw you been sniffin'

think you fuckin' with me

my bars different

rock the dior with the kaws stitchin'

boy

listen

you see a spaceship when my garage doors liftin'

my broad a vixen

smokin' billy's

cigar twistin'

i got my shooter with me and my dog itchin'

he wanna empty out a clip at where your mom's livin'

nigga

you ain't gettin' shot in your legs

it's a wig shot

double back

shot him again

all my lil' shooters keep a thirty popper on them

and nine times out of ten

it's a body on them

i know it's some fuck niggas that i probably offend

but try to ride on me

your chances is probably thin

bro

i gotta go in

one of my niggas got indicted

and the fiend overdosed

they put the body on him

yeah

came a long way from 'caine

we was dealin'

got my name out the kitchen

yeah

uh

came a long way from 'caine

we was dealin'

got our name out the kitchen

yeah

a long way from 'caine

we was dealin'

got our name out the- uh