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[Dutch:]I'm from where niggas get killed for running they mouthI'm from where niggas get they weight up in front of they houseCop coke strap it to the waist of they spouseI don't think I'll ever know what all this hatin aboutGot a deal I don't know what perpetrating aboutGot big guns dog, one pop and you outLove women that suck and keep the nut in they mouthWhile I lean back geeking how she loving my houseLet me tell you three things that the Dutch is about'Cuzzi bubbles, grands, slow dick in yo mouthAnd when u hear that (moan) he kicking you outHell naw I'm ain't no hater that's just what I'm about[Spade:]AyoThey wanna flip meBounce meHalf and quarter ounce meTry to speak my name out loud and mispronounce meHit me four five rubber grip meThem hoes love me in a five but the dealer trying to six meDimes wanna twist meNah you can't kiss meGo 'head with the mo' at the bar You better Cris meBaby blue 528 doing sixtyCuttin' swiftly Duckin' fiftyHit my hoe crib for a nice dick suck and a quickyKilla Cam, Dutch and the Spade flow sicklyThe streets shiftySo I keep my toolIf yo ass wanna live you better keep your coolMotherfucker[Cam'Ron:]Yo, Yo, Yo where I'm from they let the cartridge blastEverybody smart in mathLoan sharks with cashRunning from the narks and taskStreets arts and craft ?Come on I start to laughCause I almost caught the case with Rich Parker assNow a nigga paid out suede couchI'm into hooded thingsBitch butt be way outThese cats be HecliffWhen I come around they play mouseMickey and MinnieJerry from TomHeavy in armsIn front of bam bamHanna Barbara loverCollar big Cotton candy blue gators polishmentY'all in astonishment looking for acknowledgmentWe pour it on 'emMeet a snitch throw wall off on emAny repercussions make sure my seeds bubbleIf you ain't hear me on clue I said I see doubleGuns double tecksHoes double sexAccountant handle my money but I double checkBubble lexAin't too much more I care aboutLiquor store and the Bronx old warehouse Clear it out L's with my liquorSounds sew a helluva whisperGas-ing up a hoe tell her you miss herDealing with the old timers was a helluva listenerBusiness sale a few differNigga pelican slippersMommy is senselessGet my moola I'm conscientiousTell Medi she buy me benzesPour favorHarlem mamma poorWe fell off but back on nigga time to ballHung 45th and Lennox 3 piece suit bean pies the final callGun up in the spinal cordI got no time for y'allWe 8 digets you play frigateKilla don't cook he blaze biscuitsAround us straight midgetsJewels we keep frozenY'all keep dozingThe wolf in sheeps clothes and Streets buzzing V dozenBitches calling me husbandSaying we fuck when we wasn't Lying on her coochieI'm dyin for a hoochieWith an iron for a boobieCasino style diamonds in the doopeyBut Killa keep running to the timing of a groupieBut need work Plate of a kindIf ya dope ain't 8 or a 9 Don't waste up my time You racing for shine Only way you be around motherfucking paper boyIf you quit your job and go be a paper boyCars swoop buck fiftyGun shoot buck fiftyBear facts ? buck fiftyAir Max buck fiftyOnly New York nigga to fuck with meOn her period blood stickySame night flood missyPlay Toronto like Doug ChristyFuck ChristyLouie the 13Slugs with me Gimme headYo Quero kin chi blunt to my headBut my day is FridayToast for my breadNiggas try to stick together like they Smokey and CraigIn real life Nia think I'm "Long" and throw me the headmore