Ill Figures (AK Eazy-E Remix)
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Infinite love hip-hop, you can't stop me, like The Rockly Brooklyn, baby, cool on this...infinite Real niggers wanna meet me Ladies wanna eat me. Money came, Mercedes claim, baby, Feed me! Love came Breast up, sweats and tweats Ride around the hood, Getting Gati respect My hand is golden My OG rolling in golden Fresh kick, soft leather pockets Let my jam hit ya tape deck It's straight up, and made up For every real nigga with his gun on'em Hate up! Flying through the city nice We flight Blue ice Hundred thousand in the night bag Licence Drug shopping sorry Atari in the ferrari Next see the lexus Shala laton par Eating you, all of us, skama gangstas You know we honor Tip the kangol Cooling in the ground vanquish [Chorus] Nobody move, Nobody get hurt! Dude, letting it on you, My nigger with them young boys Will run upon you Shoot you, wippah! Brooklyn nigger, beg for your life! And my Staten Island hommies know a place Where your faces can ice Try walking half in this Pick the screen up like it's happening We built for this Go for your gun! And then expect another day of your life I'll murder your drugs! Big hammer with slugs It can get ugly as fuck [Chorus]
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