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[JT Money] Sssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiittttttt [Master Fuol and Pastor Troy] *Screaming* Get crunk Get crunk Put em up Get throwed On the floor *Screaming* [JT Money] Oh you didn't know we Mia, NYC, Houston, now what (Chorus)-all (M) Watcha watcha bout (Jt & Pt) ice (M) Watcha car bout (Jt 7 Pt) dubs (M) Watcha streets bout (Jt & Pt) police (M) You know we keep em out (Jt & Pt) what (M) You can get it The rotten apple I bite it The dirty bottom I hit it If you want it come and get it get it [JT Money] I'm a nigga from the MIA, to the NYC Chickens ride for me, cause the pimp I be I got this game from the streets got game for free Sweatin on freaks cause I play for keeps See all them pretty ho's high on x The more you flex the more you get sexed Mi where the knuckleheads don't see life Like all ya'll niggas want to get 3 strikes? I gotta problem with the police And the streets make a nigga want to hold heat You sayin there that black got gold teeth And a mother from the east don't know me In the fame for the chasin cheese Earsin these Fake ass g'z Wit the ABC's (For what) them niggas ain't serious Puttin it down with some lines for the lyricist And I'm real with this Game recognize game Son play the same But J off the chain Tear yo ass out the frame Don't fuck with J I love to spray and bust nuts ok Ya'll sucker boys better know somethin When it comes to J ain't no frontin Till some boy run his mouth Real niggas run in ya house That squad you with get stuck [Master Fuol] I get paid to spit bars Spendin half on a car Half on a strip bar Go back get a bitch Jump back kiss myself and be like GOOD GOD! Look paw Come here with ya Cardio rollio Cut yo wrist off Pockets ripped off (stop it big dog) I'm from where shots get licked off (Chorus) [Pastor Troy] Devil's after me They try they best to capture me He to young he will be the perfect causality Actually I don't give a fuck MY NIGGA Asking these pussy niggas WHAT MY NIGGA Yellow paper So these haters Wanna see me die If I kill em I'm the muthafuckin bad guy Ask me why I don't fuck with nobody The same shit that fucked John Gotti My nigga yotti on the road with me Mister they roll with me Come spend the doe with me I may empties a O Before the show I must admit they got me gaud on that ho Chillin Family repesentin Niggas talkin that shit niggas get missin You wanna buck We can buck motherfucker Master Fuol put them niggas in the gutta [Master Fuol] Man I blast a boy for Pastor Troy Straight closed casket boy, ya know Fuol's a nasty boy Ya betta clap me boy Don't hate me, get money with JT Nigga bout straight cheese Where the papers at (you put blaze on that?) How much you pay for that? Like 80 g's (Chorus) [Master Fuol] I'm about that dirty disgusting The dirty dirty we bustin The dirty bird be cluckin Suckin and finger fuckin I'm form where they kill you for nothin If you frontin Wanna tussle *sounds* You see them niggas runnin duckin This for my bitches who get it And handle they business Shake that ass Make that cash (DON'T STOP GET IT GET IT)-Jt Money and Pastor Troy Low rocks wrist lited 4 dot 6 get it 6-4 hits with ya bank account 6 DIGITS! (Chorus) [Master Fuol] Dun dun da-dun-la-dun (x8) *Scream*