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I remove your roof n***a let the sun shine in
Thirty-eight waist, enough to put one 9 in
Really a thirty-six without the gun I'm thin
but when the gat is tucked, I'm fat as f**k
Ignorant bastard, I'm takin it back to day one
No kids, but trust me I know how to raise a gun
For n***as that think I spend my days in the sun
well here's the shock of your life, the glock not the mic
Homey I'm not into hype; trust me, I'm still street
You still f***in up then trust me I still creep
Yeah I know the platinum chain be lookin real sweet
but reach and I bury n***as sixty feet deep
S dot Carter turn rappers into martyrs
Seperate fathers from they daughters, why bother
I'm a crook like you, I took like you
I disobeyed the law threw out the book like you
How dare you look at Jigga like I'm shook like boo
I keep the fifth with me n***a, come and get me