[Lil J] Yeah, I got the microphone peaker right now Thats right, baby, real talks in the busi [Verse 1 Lil J] It go One for the money Two for the show Three for the streets out there, gettin dough Go deep in the Llac and Im in to promote I can get you what you need, with a tax But on the low I dont do new faces I know gettin bases, could get me cases Leaving no traces when Im on the clock I dont raise shit down, brown on my spot And aint no blocks, but I supply me a few Ive never been shot, but I done shot me a few Yeah We do what we do, we do this well You heard of Sean Carter, let me introduce Joel And motherfuck it again, fuck about jail You do, live everyday, gettin a sale Who wants to talk, mamas house be on the news For roughin up tools Drugs and twos We live a fool and you dont have to question mine Come with heart in mind, one strong spine Make em press rewind, this one for my kind Finger to the sky, ringer ???, til I die Break Nasty scratching You heard of Sean Carter, let me introduce Joel ] Lil J Little Little scratching Lil Rob scratching Lil Rob ] Lil Rob [Verse 2 Lil Rob] These fuckin Levas talk like little bitches, man, fuck you, bitches Fuck em bitches Im in the studio, gettin high Spittin vicious Yeah Merry Christmas Nasty gots the beats, and ??? the ritcher I represent Tres Flores, me, my brother and my sister Yeah I come from a place where the pants flaggin off the wall Livin off the wall like handball, and Im tryin not to fall Trying not to fall Take an oldie, and I flip it, and I rip it Locked up my sixtres Chevrolet Thats right And then I tip it Yeah Shoutouts for Lil J for comin this way and bringing me by Gettin me high, with sticky purple, gettin me by Makin time fly like my ramfla, when Im runnin From the placa Twelve Eighteen, L.R., La Raza I make the ladies go bananas Catch me in my brim, my locs and my bandana No matter what, I keep em low, though Just like I keep my lowlow, gotta keep em on the lowlow
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