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we`re ready made niggazall about our paperwe want that scrilla, scratch, paper, cheddar, cheese(Spice 1)It`s bossalini, fetty chico, the nigga that`ll split your phillieand roll your ass up like a sack of coke and smoke yafuck ya, never loved ya, know your ass for years and still smug youI see you with your bitch on the streets, I`m still bustin yabuck-A-buck-A, blow off your dome and disappearhave your wife waken up at the middle, didn`t even know I was herestick-n-move, that`s the code of a killer, thug niggagot us livin the lifes behind 45.s and pullin triggerschrome trucks and diamond links, hella bitches and hella drinksniggas flashin they player pieces, hollerin Crystal in a sec.ain`t no tennis shoe playa, roll with thugsI`m corleonin` with them thuggstas, Crips and players and Bloodsit`s goin` down(Chorus)we`re ready made niggas on another pageall about our paper ain`t a damn thing changedwe want that scrilla, scratch, cheddar, cheesestill G`s to the game it don`t change(Black C)I got a bunch of jealous niggas, it ain`t mad at methey want to grab they niggas Nine and blast at meyou`re livin on your own gun, nigga now how can that be?that you`re a bangin-ass nigga that can`t even bring the heatsee I`m a own man, cock my own Nine, make my own cashdrive my own car, by my old path, smoke my own grassand it`s like that while you bitch niggas is fakinon the block sellin them dubs but at the club perpetratinglike you`s a big baller, we fuck with G`s and thugsO.G. shot caller, up in the pen with loveso fuck the bullshit, you niggas wanna pull dick up on a dick bitchbut love to pump your gums about who fuckin with black christhat`s why I keep my eyes open and stay focusedcause I`m the nigga you love to hate plus I`m the dopeststill tryin to cope with our trials and tribulationswhile you bitch niggas hatin, my homies are paper chasin and it`s on(chorus)(Que)got no love for the niggas that`s don`t understandinI`m a real nigga, on the level of a made man, peep my steel loc`I lace you with the (?) I want my seven figure digits on my desk when I`m finishedI`m `bout it, `bout it, I`m a killa cali thug nigga on the riseit`s suicide, do or die, catch me if you`re ready to diesee the days where I make the mail to rest, make moves like playin chess(?) leave you niggas in the dustwe`re makin big moves, doin big thingsI`m amused to niggas hate that shit, ain`t gon never fuckin changeniggas peep they foe when it`s on and poppinyou can catch me in the end on the highway smobbinwe roll benzos, beamers and lexushave you niggas on another page stressindon`t hate me, hate the game niggaI`m all about my cheddar cheese, rollin with these real G`s nigga(chorus)scrilla, scratch, cheddar, cheesewe`re ready made niggasall about our paperspice 1, black C, Mr.Que ready made niggazwe`re `bout it, `bout it

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