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Second time around, y'all best be quick on your Feet. We ride with passion, we be smashin', Puttin' niggas to sleep. Second time around, y'all best be lookin' for me. We comin' with the gun, better run, don't play In the East Bay. Stackin' the cash, murder your Ass so easy. Hands in the brain of a Maniac, the game of a hustler. Poppin' out the window of my Cutty at you Busters. Can't trust us, we some shady folk. And motherfuckers, we be gettin' at your ladies, Ho. Ridin' real low with the Vegas smoke. Dig it to the face until we choke. We got them all-star shoes, black H2s, Navigation combination with Lexani 22s. Got a vest issued by the ABA. Got a P tucked away for a rainy day. We mob killers and pimps, so we be runnin' These hoes in the trunk, tied up with the Bungee cord. And this real man shit, I got The antidote. I'ma load the magazine to the.44. Second time around, I'ma circle the block. Tattoo jack move, feel me pop, pop, Pop. Second time around, y'all best be quick on Your feet. We ride with passion, We be smashin', puttin' niggas to sleep. Second time around, y'all best be lookin' for me. We comin' with the gun, better run, don't play In the East Bay. Stackin' the cash, murder your Ass so easy. I'ma play to this motherfuckin' beat Like Toby. Make a nigga wanna skip a sky Ball like Kobe. Wouldn't ride for the cheese, Du-a-dump on my enemies. Pull the heat out and ch-jack Alicia Keys. Like the Raiders, but I'm a rider, back like Jim Brown. I'm a junk Spice One, but I'm Spice Berg Slim now. Blaow! Smoke like a broke stove. Second time around, no suckers, just gangsters with Range Rovers and Hummers. Hit a blunt of the sticky green and smash. Big money, big moves, big coupes and S-Class. Ski skirt, big rims, black rims and big chains. Big balls, big brains, big heaters and big game. Second time around, you busters give me 50 feet. It's Fetty Chico, just know we speakin' Ebonics Fluently. My crew is deep and we be astro Ballin', addicted to game. Arise when the cash be fallin', bang, bang, bang. Second time around, y'all best be quick on your Feet. We ride with passion, we be smashin', Puttin' niggas to sleep. Second time around, y'all best be lookin' for me. We comin' with the gun, better run, don't play In the East Bay. Stackin' the cash, murder your Ass so easy. Yo, they say I'm a classic, A product of Black Magic. Survived on ghetto tactics, raised on bad habits. Look at my reaction, understand me, I'm a hazard. Shoot my gat faster, homeboy a hard-head bastard. Runnin' through the projects with a icepick dagger. Sellin' crack faster, stack it by the rack, Still countin' loot from last year. And I can take you to the bank and Double up on that. Full rank, move like I'm zombie, smokin' on dank. Broke, broke, go loco, just give me the drank. Get lost with this compository picture I paint. Sniff crank to stay awake, goin' under I ain't. I done suffered so much pain. The struggle won't allow me to complain. Started out with chump change at a early age As a young man. Single parent home drove me To be the dope man. Bang, bang, bang. Second time around, Y'all best be quick on your feet. We ride with passion, we be smashin', Puttin' niggas to sleep. Second time around, y'all best be lookin' for me. We comin' with the gun, better run, don't play In the East Bay. Stackin' the cash, murder your Ass so easy.