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Schmoney gang. Aye tell my boy Paco let me get some Drank in here. Jay E The Wheel Man. I-I-I'm the producer, okay? You feel me? Aye 31. Cash motherfuckin' love, bitch. This is the story all about how my life Got flipped, turned upside down. I'm 'bout to take a second to sit right There. This is Conway big knowledge, bitch I ain't No square. Ha. You feel me? Yeah. Know what sayin'? Cash motherfuckin' love, bitch. Block boy baby, I'm with it without question. Prison validated, I did it without stressin'. I'm rehabilitated, I made it up out corrections. Gang affiliated, we mania, my section gangland. You ain't tellin' and it bang that. I don't give a damn if I knew the Homies since way back. He a straight rat, fuck Around and get his face cracked. Like a face tat, certify you a J cat. Where your brain at? Wanna go against the grain? Your moms gotta come identify your remains. Red Bull give you wings but you still lame. Pillow talkin' with these bitches 'cause these cats Got no real game. Fuckin' with the opps, you Gon' feel pain. Shots from the drill tank, get Your top knocked off, real plane. From a small town where we bang a little Different. Lettin' off rounds, murder rates a little Different. Partner. Yeah, Aye, it's Tito Lo. Schmoney gang. Go Getters on it. Still thuggin'. Aye. Me, I'd rather drop a opp way before I drop a diss. Pull up on your block With some rat tips and extended clips. They thought that I missed my shot, they ain't Know I had a switch. Draco with a drum, Guarantee somebody gettin' hit. I'm still thuggin'. I be gettin' shmoney but I'm Still hustlin'. Take you on a lick, you best Stay solid and don't feel nothin'. Gangsta in my blood, post up knowledge from my Big cousin. Said don't show no love, remain humble And don't fear nothin'. Back when was robbin' I Would pull up in a different whip. Had a couple stolen, I would park outside my Mama's crib. That's when I was on the run, Really didn't give a shit. People change but I'm The same gangsta you can get the biz. I don't care where you post up or who You rollin' with 'cause you ain't doin' shit right Now, quit talkin' 'bout that shit you did. Suckers comin' out the cut, claimin' that they Bangin' now. Let that pussy cat in charge, I Bet you he gon' lay you down. Know that I'm a paper boy, so I took that paper Route. Glizzy got a beam on it, run but I won't chase you down. Ski mask and a Hundred rounds, that's how I be stackin' now. Yeah I always do it big, judging by my Bank account. Used to be my biggest fan, heard That he be hatin' now. Said that I don't Come around, ain't the point to make it out. I'm still thuggin', pull up to your section bet They still love me. Do it by myself but I got drillers that'll kill for me. Look. No matter what it is I gots to get It. I just got some pills with no prescription. Just made another band so I ain't trippin'. These niggas stay on bullshit like pimpin'. Lyrics they make me a menace. When it's in a sentence then it's finished. Niggas want some, come and get it. I be on the block handlin' business. Ounces for two hundred, I be flippin'. I never stop the hustlin', I love kickin'. Ballin' like New Orleans, drivin' foreigns. Never catch me half-steppin' 'cause I'm all in. Niggas need to switch, the flow is borin'. Throw me a beat and I can flow 'til The mornin'. Hit all night and then I'm gone In the mornin'. The baby ain't mine so don't Take me to morgue. Trap all night like a nigga off dope. If I ain't servin' loud then you know I'm Servin' coke. I go a lot of places but I never go broke. Said trippin' in the Ville get a bitch nigga Smoked. Nigga. Look. I'm a militant ass nigga with artillery to fuck With. Got Glocks and chops and all my niggas Really drop shit. When a nigga hit the yard You bet your ass that I was strapped, bitch. This mob shit don't stop from the streets to Behind the bars, bitch I'm a killer. We bloodthirsty in this motherfucker, layin' shit Down. I go retarded with this fuckin' chopper. Dressed in all black, grippin' the strap, watch how Tote this chopper. Really hit your block and tape It up, bitch can't nobody stop us. Toe taggin', niggas on shirts, body baggin' niggas. Make your mama cry, have her light candles for You bitch niggas. Really turnt up, go ask about Us bitch we real hitters. Really in the field On the block, bitch with my lil' niggas. Gunplay, you niggas wolfin' 'bout this gunplay. Talkin' 'bout you shooters and thugs but never smack Shit. These teardrops on my face show a nigga Ain't cappin'. And I'ma keep it lit 'til a Player in a casket, bitch. Aye. First off bitch it's motherfuckin' Mo. 831 Salinas Valley bitch I rep that 1-4. Gang shit, aye you bang? He like "Uh, no I don't." Sock that nigga just in case he sucker on The low. I done came up out the trap, Straight up out the jungle. Got this chopper on my lap, it could do The drum roll. All you suckers can get slapped Actin' like a dumb ho. You ain't even got A rack, you a fuckin' bum bro. I hustle all day, big shmoney on my mind. I ain't got no time for haters, they be Trippin' all the time. And fuck all you haters, pig get up off My line. I can't hear, I can't see like A motherfucker blind. No lie, I been on this thug shit since Way back. How you gangsta, you ain't been on One skit, explain that. Who I roll with I'm stuck with and I Bang that. Stop actin' like you something you not, Boy you ain't that. Fake niggas, this shit crazy I been through a lot. But this the shit That made me solid as a rock. That's on my baby, try and take me boy You gettin' popped. Keep a Glock on my waistline Since I got shot. Look. Aye. Look, look. In North Side Castro, born and raised. On the concrete walk, spend most of my days. Chillin' out, trappin', relaxin' all cool. Chillin' with my C-boys and my 32s. Couple of fools, they was up to no good. Started actin' crazy in my neighborhood. Shot at one lil' scrap and his mom got Scared. She said "You're movin' with your auntie and Uncle in LA." Bitch I'm from the Ville where Gangstas don't play. Gangsta like Slummy, gon' let it spray. I'll make you bounce, rock, roller skate. At the end of my barrel you gon' feel My hate. It's that C-A-S-T-R-O. Long dick broads tip yo' ass, ain't no. Bitch I get it in, you know we play To win. Only God can judge me 'cause I Live a life of sin.