| This one’s from the Metro, in my Jordan retro
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| Strapped with my .38 Special
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| (Strapped with my heat)
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| Pushing my vessel, corner in and on a mission
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| Dre Bledsoe, quarterback, my position
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| Bring the quarter back in the kitchen
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| I’m five zips, some B-12 and some whippin’s
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| But now I’m whippin' and flippin' styles
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| No more running from Detective Giles
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| I’m rapping now, roll stakes the highest
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| A globetrotter, platinum, for us by us
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| It’s mackin' I bust, I rap and I cuss
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| It keeps me with «In God We Trust»
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| I’m taking trips to Alaska now
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| Eating crab flambe Alaskan style
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| With my 3rd Wall niggas, they do it gigantic
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| Comin' up to the club with dubs on the Titanic
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| It’s just Thizz and 3rd Wall Entertainment
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| It ain’t nothin' but a money-making arrangement
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| KC to the Bay with Mac Dre
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| 3rd Wall, man, make the crowd sway
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| Yo, what up, it’s your girl DJ Backside, that’s right
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| I’m not able to take your call right now
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| But leave your girl a message, a’ight?
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| And also, in the meantime, check DJBackside.com
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| Get your «Got Bay» shirts, your mixtapes, whatever you need, mayne
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| And holla at yo' girl |