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Another Mike D exclusive. Ironically I figured I can't show no feelings. I hypothesize it's not so good to criticize. I minimize my problems to accept my wrongs. I'm a thief in the night and a wolf With a mic. If you huff and you puff, Guaranteed I might bite. I got ice like Gretzky, no Elvis Presley. But if you press me, I might wreak your City or wreck a deal. I keep a smile On my face to show my diamonds how. Youngin' boss CEO, you know what time it is. Soy sauce, I got that shit that make you Drop the juice. Knockin' at your noggin like blocka, Blocka, the choppa bang. Chris say lie for this, I figured I can't Die for this. Learned when to say no, never Chase a rainbow. Nigga, go be nigga, tell that Spotty bitch she know. Uh, yeah. The streets too hot, nigga, don't be lookin' too Long at my watch. When I throw up my Hood, tell me what you see. Do I make it look good or is it Just me? Love Mirror, mirror on the motherfuckin' Wall. I been puttin' in work, now it's time For me to ball. She don't love me. Tell me who is the greatest. I can't drive it if the model ain't the Latest. Cash, book, credit card, More money. Last loss that I took, I was So hungry. Felt just like a nigga pulled a Gun on me. Was like, "Freeze, nigga, give me Everything." I'ma shoot my shot just like the Parker Center. I been rockin' Tuske leather like I'm Booker Washington. Don't talk to me too much. I'm in a cup like two fat boys. Polaroid my vision, I need Kodak as my Kodak Vision. Take picture. Act like he Jamariano, But he don't know me. Red bean, green light Beam, playin' like polka dot. Must illuminate your mama 'fore you pushin' up. Push up, push up, push up. Push it up. Seafood trap kitchen told bad news, Hook it up. When I see my girl, "Baby, Who do you love?" Fuck them other bitches, It's you that I want. We jet ski off The back of yachts. I was too paranoid, So I packed my Glock. Thought I seen a Nigga comin', so I blast the shot like pow, Nigga, back off. Cash, book, credit card, More money. Last loss that I took, I was So hungry. Felt just like a nigga pulled a Gun on me. Was like, "Freeze, nigga, give me Everything." Love Me. She don't love me. Push it up, push it up, push it up. Love me. She don't love me. Push it up, push it up, push it up.
G Perico, Haiti Babii — Streets 2 Hot
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