I said that I'ma Ride
For Each Of One of my Niggas.
It Ain't Nothing on the side, But the money on the table
I'ma Cop A Hundred Bandz, Just to put me on a label.
& I Ain't Going in just to fucking die slow.
My Hitta, My Hitta.
My Hitta, My Hitta, My Mothafuckin Hitta.
My Hitta, My HItta.
They Ain't rollin with me unless
You Puttin in some mothafuckin Work.
Put 200 Bandz On your Bill, That Shit'll Mothafuckin Work.
.I'll Drop A Couple Cousins On The Deal, You Gettin Murked.
Everybody Gone Ride or die, until Your Nigga Reincarnated.
I'ma Get A Couple Drinks Might as well Drink With Em.
If It's me & Only My Hitta, Ain't Nobody Ride With Em.
Sing a song for the Hittas, know that god prolly Take Em.
I'ma Get that Pair Of J's longs I never fucking Diss Em, Hah!

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