I want me a mill
  To see just how it feel
  No worries bout no bills, negotiating deals
  Buy me some shit
  Stuntin' in this bitch
  20s be on hit
  Everything legit
  I don't want no war
  But I can take it far
  Put bullets in your car, whoever that you are
  Woodie get in line
  Make sure you aint gone shine
  We be slangin iron
  Everyday and everytime
  Just because I'ma bad
  I rammy after jags
  When I get a sack
  To niggas I'ma threat
  Keep on gettin' blowed
  Aint worried bout these hoes
  Boy you know thats cold
  The way I got'em drove
  Shinin' like white diamonds
  Nothin' but big tymin
  My situation climbing
  But simply cuz I'm rhymin'
  The shit done hit the fan
  They callin' me the man
  Ya'll boys don't understand
  This shit's going as planned
    [Chorus:]
  Now follow me now if you want it on
  Salute at ease, then you carry on
  Nigga drop and gimme 50 if you do it wrong
  I'm into weapons I control the dome
    Give me all my chesse
  With no static please
  Go off with these reeds
  In between your knees
  You playin' you gone learn
  Yo partners aint gone turn
  Right after you get burned
  We gone get them some churn
  I'ma tell you once
  I'm bout pullin' stunts
  Got golds on my fronts
  Stay full of them blunts
  I don't want be broke
  I gotta feed my folks
  Cuttin' niggas throats
  Then runnin' by these hoes
  Open up yo chase
  Let me get a taste
  A lot of niggas fake
  Can't let it go to waste
  I wont let it be
  Give that there to me
  All of ya'll gone see
  Me in luxury
  Look me in my eyes
  Don't tell me no lies
  You wanna take my life
  You tryin' to get some trife
  None of you I fear
  I'm runnin' this right chea
  Aint gone shed no tears
  When you disappear
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    I try to leave that lone
  But you did that wrong
  You call me on the phone
  And told me it was on
  Now I'm in them streets
  Bringin' all that heat
  Straight to where you sleep
  Won't even let you eat
  Somebody gonna snitch
  And go out like a bitch
  But I'ma get'em quick
  And hit'em with my shit
  Them laws gonna try to bust
  But I don't give a fuck
  He would of shot me up
  If he'd of got me stuck
  I'ma take my charge
  Aint cryin' like no broad
  And holla at them boys
  On the boulevard
  Woodie I'm in jail
  Get all off my mail
  See about my bail
  Get me out this hell
  So I can see the block
  And open up my shop
  I hope that bitch aint hot
  Nobody got my spot