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Don't get that man involved My elites, they od And they plan to ball In these streets he ain't flee He don't plan at all I believe trust and see We don't plan to fall Don't get that man involved My elites, they o.d. And they plan to ball In these streets he ain't flee He don't plan at all I believe trust and see We don't plan to fall Shorty keep it tucked for me The loud and the papers too When I break the booth I owe niggas another stu It's a "doley" not a coupe I can see like I'm on Throop Jackson and Brooklyn kinda' similar It's a lot of Ju's Glove fit and they acquit Cuz I got the Juice Fake niggas snaggin' my threads I had to cut em' loose Already fighting demons from the past As a troubled youth Making the music where you wear Hoodies and the bubbles to When the block hot That's why we coolin' Keep it low key You would call me ill Escobar The way I know key You'll never get a Home-A Dick-riding ya Homie Shorty say she let you slap yea bro That was 03' That mean you lost cuz in the 4th game You not a clutch man March around tooting ya horn But never touched bands I don't need the upper that's wack I need the up hand If they putting bread in my palm I need the stuck hand Don't get that man involved My elites, they od And they plan to ball In these streets he ain't flee He don't plan at all I believe trust and see We don't plan to fall Don't get that man involved My elites, they od And they plan to ball In these streets he ain't flee He don't plan at all I believe trust and see We don't plan to fall And they won't never have a flow That's similar, You can't simulate Niggas moving unfamiliar Can't facilitate You ain't down for your bitch Like she Yandi Under niggas, trying to be down Moving Brandy We moving Henny and Tron Like it's water and Shandi Counting ghost money, In the back of the Camry Tommy on him, walking with death Billy and Mandy Trying to build him up So he don't keep the tools handy Keep myself in check, no Ladi You can add the da Only trade respect, knowledge, and money Ask the guys Never had a slave, always had the master mind You was lit, after the fact That's a after shine Her mouth made a nigga forget But the ass remind I'm good bro, that was your shorty But the ass was mine Paper cut my whole Medulla Got the cash in mind You was last in line I gotta make it last this time Don't get that man involved My elites, they od And they plan to ball In these streets he ain't flee He don't plan at all I believe trust and see We don't plan to fall Don't get that man involved My elites, they od And they plan to ball In these streets he ain't flee He don't plan at all I believe trust and see We don't plan to fall
Writer(s): Phillip Mack Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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