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This is the last ditch ever I dug Once there were motives but they have been lost Dig through the sand still you end at the rock This is the ditch that
too But bust this Out on the street People say he was riffin' Callin' me a sucker Talkin' bout how foul I'm livin' Someone heard him Poppin' that shit last
home, rest up, I got enough gunning And he said he's rolling with me, if you're coming Homiciders Blood letters Money getters Ballin' rag Rolls riders The last
Yeah, last year a lot of motherfuckers asked me Why I didn't do no old sex nasty shit But this year, I went down to Miami and got my nigga from 2 Live
his last sight Was a flash of light, you said lightning could strike From the same place twice, I have your head on my death 1500, tonights your last
Crenshaw Boulevard, Sunday afternoon Folks sittin' on things, mad systems boom The girls are lookin' better The gang truce is on, so you wear whatever At Venice by the ocean Rag
for the GQ man of the year that bentley that polstry leather, the leather that be up in the coats i wear wherever i go so there ya have it cashmere fabrics never caught in last
the year That Bentley or polstry leather The leather that be up in the coats I wear Wherever I go so there ya have it Cashmere fabrics, never caught in last
s a woman on my lap and she's drinking champagne Got white skin, got assassins eyes I'm looking up into the sapphire tinted skies I'm well dressed, waiting on the last
' skills but nigga They bitches, now I just can't buy my bud With my steel, grabbed the 44 Mag' plus a sack And I snag my leather rag can't reveal when
my thang Bone be me gang We runnin' with no hoes and the bigger Bone That's known for gettin' his swerve on and kickin' it on the stage Off in the rag
Mama's standin' at the old screen door With a dish rag in her hand Cryin' like I never seen her cry before Like she don't understand why I'm leavin'
Who rock the black and back out? Now the MAC back out, just bout to blackout Got the ROC on my back, SP on my chain Shooters on the block slingin' P last
', in the hood or the mall You ain't strapped, we can scrap, I'm good with the Doggs Fuck talkin', chuck walkin' in my khakis Rag swangin', gang bangin
a ray gun and it was 1981 We named him Baby, he had a toothache He started crying, it sounded like an earthquake It didn't last long because I stopped it I grabbed a rag
sticky like gum I guess that's how it comes, don't worry 'bout my funds I play around it in one When you seen that hummer But that was last summer This
though I keep the pants sag. Bubble eye hands rag Eyes glassed smoking fill from the hash Choking after that but don't the blunt pass "What we doin' today" Same shit we did last
