Like the fire needs the air I won′t burn unless you're there Yea, I need you, I need you to hate So I can use you for your energy You know, this real shit, feel this! America got a thing for this gangsta′ shit, they love me Black Chuckas, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle I take Spit over Raymo shit, I'm a vandal Got the silver duct tape on my tray eight handle The women in my life be confusion and shit SO like Nino when New Jack, I holla "cancel that bitch" Look at me, this is the life I chose Niggaz around me so cold, man my heart dun froze I built an empire on the low the narc's don′t know I′m the weatherman I take that cocoa leaf and make that snow Sit back, watch it turn to dough, watch it go out the door O after O, you know, homie I'm just triple beam, dreamin′ Niggaz be schemin', I fiend to live a good life The fiends are just fiendin Conceal my weapon nice and easy so you can′t see The penitentiary is definitely out the question for me.
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