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Charles its long and it aint got Sears on it Anytime I got a personal problem this the only homeboy I call (Oh this?) Is just something that a carry with me all the time Just incase one of these motherfuckers loose they mind And run up on me like I aint gone hold it down for mine I can show you better than tryin to tell ya bout it See once upon a time I think Pitt was the county Where these niggas used to run around armed and robbin There was this little boy by the name of Moses Had to run home keep from gettin me jewelry stolen Till one day nigga caught a hold to him Did what they wanted to em stole my little Gucci coat Oh naw (hell naw) Shit yeah they did (Whatchu do about it?) What the fuck you think I did? Told Grama, granny told Grampa Grampa took his grandson in the backyard (here boy) Gave me somethin spossed to take the pressure off Instead he teach me how to shoot at the mouth (ahhhh) Put the money in the bag bitch 'fo I blow yo head off Get yo ass on the floor nigga think a motherfucka playin with yall This right here came from Mr.

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Charles its long and it aint got Sears on it (and i) Anytime I got a personal problem this the only homeboy I call I wonder how many thought about Petey Pab When I was apache rappin in the penetentury yard Eatin ? outa chanteens, smokin on roll-ups, strokin on my love meat Waitin for the day cut in the term and free So I could get out here and make mama proud of me And do the right thing run up on the right man That can pull the right string get to where I'm possed to be Had to get ejected cause the game a cold Anywhere and when the motherfucka slammed the door Oh no, hell naw (say what!?) Get lost (Hold up) Wait a minute dog (Sorry Charlie) Fucked around one night went out in New York When I met one of the brothers 'up-in-ala-boys' Ever since then money been a real long head That bout says it all (c'mon) Put the money in the bag bitch 'fo I blow yo head off Get yo ass on the floor nigga think a motherfucka playin with yall This right here came from Mr.

I wonder how many thought about Petey Pab When I was apache rappin in the penetentury yard Eatin viennie weenies outa chanteens, smokin on roll-ups, strokin on my love meat Waitin for the day cut in the term and free So I could get out here and make mama proud of me And do the right thing run up on the right man That can pull the right string get to where I'm possed to be Had to get ejected cause the game a cold Anywhere and when the motherfucka slammed the door Oh no, hell naw (say what!?) Get lost (Hold up) Wait a minute dog (Sorry Charlie) Fucked around one night went out in New York When I met one of the brothers 'up-in-ala-boys' Ever since then money been a real long head That bout says it all (c'mon)Ĭharles its long and it aint got Sears on it (and i) Anytime I got a personal problem this the only homeboy I call Put the money in the bag bitch 'fo I blow yo head off (whoa) Get yo ass on the floor nigga think a motherfucka playin with yall (yessir) This right here came from Mr.Yeah I seen em come through here a couple times I didnt think nuttin of em Y'know what I'm sayin But that shit you dont talk that huh? That shit shocked everybody Put the money in the bag bitch 'fo I blow yo head off (whoa) Get yo ass on the floor nigga think a motherfucka playin with yall (yessir) This right here came from Mr.

Put the money in the bag bitch 'fo I blow yo head off Get yo ass on the floor nigga think a motherfucka playin with yall This right here came from Mr.

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