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(Thanks for the gift, E) Right (Ixso, you go too crazy) I serve Percs, I sold pounds on the first, this bitch pound I drop work in your town, what goes around comes around You can't spell him without I-M and I'm him Run out of babies, I just text plug if you got milk I ain’t no joke guess who back with that stick? Rakim Every since I seen him shoot his gun, we’ve been locked in When you was wrestling with work, I was serving Roxxanes No adidas, but the hood will tell you that I'm top ten I’m only fighting with my brother, I'll get you boxed in Hop out the car, get to squeezin', when he drop, hop in Got a black card, I'm never trippin', always share a bitch That ain't your watch, that's y'all man's shit, I guess y'all sharing wrists We grown now only thing we sharin' is a brick Niggas owin' me so much, I think I'm done wearing Rick When y'all was T'd up, I nevеr even told you I was fed up Y'all brokе, havin' fun, I was tryna get my bread up Niggas dick-suckin', so we turned 'em into red dust They sat my mans down, I had to tell him keep his head up I serve Percs, I sold pounds on the first, that bitch pound I drop work in your town, what goes around comes around They say the king of the streets is the first one to the crown Last nigga played with me was the first one in the ground Put a dollar on the chopper, that's a hundred K If we comin' for your gang, nigga, run away It's bloodshed and we can't squash it, ain't got nothin' to say I save the money and the choppers for a rainy day From Letras Mania