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Hook Max B: Let's get these riches 'fore they lock us up They comin', let's get up outta here, yeah Tryna get these riches 'fore they lock us up, they comin' Oh shit, shit Tryna get these vests 'fore they pop us up, they gunnin' Rest in peace Sean Bell She said that lovin' you give me is not enough Keep it a hunned Verse 1 Max B: Yeah, I pop that Cru and fill the cup up to the line, take a swig I don't wig, I just taste it wit'a big Had to taste 'em with that cig', couple blocks ya off bounds It's hard to dip it nigga with that 4 pound Max is in The Source now, XXL Stuntin' in the bubble, got a bunch of fishscales Got a bunch of brick scales, I just felt myself Fuckin' all these bitches, I can't help myself Sorta like addiction, fornication, that's some sick shit Sin against the body, that's some flick shit This is my prediction, two years from now, probably pitfall Trenton State, staring at the brick wall Shit y'all, get off the boat, get your surfboards You niggaz all soft like Nerf balls, squirt y'all Squirt, yeah, filthy fuckin' maggots Niggaz think that when he clean he got filthy money, bastards Hook Max B: Let's get these riches 'fore they lock us up They comin', let's get up outta here, yeah Tryna get these riches 'fore they lock us up, they comin' Oh shit, shit Tryna get these vests 'fore they pop us up, they gunnin' Rest in peace Sean Bell She said that lovin' you give me is not enough Keep it a hunned Verse 2 Mac Mustard: In any situation, bet we top what they got They addicts, them niggaz need detox and Day Ty' So many drugs it's hard to mention, in your addiction Got you in desperate need, of a intervention Takin' hits after hit factory, your shit wack to me In fact, you niggaz can come and get a sack from me Surprised your still gettin' studio time, go do you a crime Be true to yor grind, come and get you a dime And you can take the pain away, forget that All the niggaz say ya gay, kiss that nigga mouth till ya tooth decay Truthfully, I can care less When you in Harlem, wear a vest that come all over your neck I'll be all over your set, all over your vet Take a piss in the chinchilla till all over is wet I'll be all over your 'jects, you can't even creep through, you're see-through Strapped with that black Eagle, Vigilante Hook Max B: Let's get these riches 'fore they lock us up They comin', let's get up outta here, yeah Tryna get these riches 'fore they lock us up, they comin' Oh shit, shit Tryna get these vests 'fore they pop us up, they gunnin' Rest in peace Sean Bell She said that lovin' you give me is not enough Keep it a hunned Verse 3 Al Pac: I'm what the hood love, I got the streets buzzin' I do this shit for the city, you know the streets love it They yellin' "Gotti hard", man I just keep it real I got a fetish for gettin' fetti and packin' steel You cowards hate nigga, I know they wanna hurt me Gain Greene is the team, we got you niggaz thirsty We yellin' "Fuck the fuzz", we puff the finest bud These bitches show us love, rockin' the finest studs Who got the Mac blastin', niggaz fag-splashin' Big blacl Magnum, dog, black-bag 'em Send you to your maker, man I don't fuck around Pussies get outta line then I'ma put 'em down I'm ridin' with my nigga, until the end of time I'll put a whole in ya head if you don't give me mine Now Pac goin' hard, fuck what you niggaz thought Run up on Biggavell' and I'ma knock 'em off Hook Max B: Let's get these riches 'fore they lock us up They comin', let's get up outta here, yeah Tryna get these riches 'fore they lock us up, they comin' Oh shit, shit Tryna get these vests 'fore they pop us up, they gunnin' Rest in peace Sean Bell She said that lovin' you give me is not enough Keep it a hunned |