(B-Legit)
We have`n so much fetti homes, we can`t quit now
I break the back off a cake
Mix some soda with this A-1 D
I zip lock and flip flop
43 I`m livin like a kingpin cuz I had clients
Them bitches love to fuck with us Hillside giants
And I was hittin me one
No matter the cost
A 44 two with the dual exhaust
With so much rumble in the back on my load
I hit the parkin lot and watch convertables fold
Them zippers was sold
And bitches use to hold my D
And back then an ounce would cost you a G
I stacked 22 and had 21 left
7 to the kill nigga thanks to chef
They was lovin me to death cuz I had cream
Them niggas double up so dope fiend never seen
And on my team you gone get your green
Cuz a nigga had to have it by all means
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(Levitti)
Be about yo paper main
Fetti, scrilla, scratch main
(D-Shot)
My paper, My paper is way to strong
Cuz when it comes to fetti muthafucka it`s own
Money, scratch, revenues and all that shit
Stingy nigga in your hood tryin` to strike at rich
I gots the town hecks a sewed up
Thangs for 13 - 5, no bakin` soda
I`m to heavy the feds can`t fuck with me
My lawyers paid so fuck the D.E.A
Boss ballin droppin sacks through your fuckin hood
You want it hard or soft, It`s to the good
We`re gettin stronger with this distrubution drug shit
We`re gettin bigger muthafuckas don`t want to see my Click
I`m in and out, from town to fuckin town
Collectin mail makin my fuckin rounds
Northern Cali is the place where a nigga dwell
Nuts hangin` bitch I`m about my mail
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(E-40)
Sittin` on top of a matress full of dried up pee stains
Choppin up my candy cane
Use your razor blade nigga use a saftey pin
See I probably wouldn`t quit if they raided my shit
Soon as I get out I`m right back in it
Now I got my car and were thick as shit
I you ain`t know a car`s a click
Employees on the boulevard rough and tough`n
Got my test clean from puff and stuff`n
Came off a hook up on some chops never been fired off
Steal a box with the styrofoam Guarenteed not to cough
Vallejo, V-town, Valley Joe
No respect for the muthafucka Po Po
A Yaba Do the boys in blue be gettin shookin
Sometimes I`m suited up, Sometimes I`m bummy lookin
Slick and slide, whoppin ‘em at they own game
Publicity stunts changin my pager number every six months
Chorus
