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And talk my shit I boast and brag 'cause it was not supposed to last Not even talking 'bout rap I'm talkin' bullets, drugs and scraps I got members in the pen and I got members who went back To their makers, hope they show that nigga all of my prayers (Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh) I got members in the pen and I got members who went back (Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh) To their makers, hope they show that nigga all of my prayers Twistin' fingers, livin' gangsta ever since I was a youngin I shoot first, don't ever shoot back, ain't nobody punkin' Punken Dumpin' guts and dumpin' burners, dumpin' bitches by the bundle Bundle sellin', you could scale it but don't leave it at your front door I was knuckin', I was buckin', servin' duckin' from the hundos Bunch of flunkies, servin' junkies, uncle Bo was my first custo' I turned nothin' into somethin', robbin', juggin', hittin' plays Now I'm productive, got some money, and a whole lotta hate But call me Maxo whole lotta, had a whole lotta B's Seen a whole lotta streets, fucked a whole lotta freaks Took a whole lot for granted, had a whole lotta heat And my story ain't the best but, it's a whole lotta me I seen her sell it, I seen hell and it ain't have a place for me (Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh) Been through the mud a hundred times and still it ain't a stain on me They talkin' down when I was down but I'm back up like balconies So I'ma show my naked ass, still got more class than faculties Letras de canciones And talk my shit (Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh) I boast and brag 'cause it was not supposed to last Not even talking 'bout rap I'm talkin' bullets, drugs and scraps I got members in the pen and I got members who went back To their makers, hope they show that nigga all of my prayers Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh From Letras Mania