Verse one:

36 ounces of thousand in grams

I ain't never had %#@!now I plot to piss or a stick
Ain't nothing in my jeans but some lint and some dick
Who wanna hunger young rick

Thinking I can't getout the situation
I'm 'bout to make these (*##$es sick
Since a little ^!$$%started to vision ^!$$%

Now when dophines' surely comeI know how much to give her
Single bags to dimesdimestens to twhomp twhomps
Catch me in the set and i'ma have what'cha want want

Playing it rawI ain't out here for my health
And tell the temp serviceain't blood myself
Enjoyed myselfblocks away from the melt

And proving thy self from cream that don't melt

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(^!$$% why) before real ^!$$%'s kiss up to the man (whomp)
36 ounces of thousand in grams

If it ain't legal and from uncle sam
36 ounces of thousand in grams
How I get them carshousesand land

36 ounces of thousand in grams
You ain't seeing %#@! till money in hand
36 ounces of thousand in grams


Verse two:


My brother and cousin got a plan
Lookthat dope ain't got touch my hands
But yet this bad and I'm the one with the life sands

A ten millimeter for protection
For any jacker or badge that run up in my sectionand ah
I cost to cigars from being broke

And this ain't lemonheads or no bar of soapand ah
To old for mcdonaldsthat killed hope
And all the hustla's around my way got cars with no notesso ah

Penetentries chance's here I come
That ^!$$% move to fast i'ma pop his $$# one (pop)
Drop his $$# one (pop)

Bringing home the brick
What 'ya know when the fiend got his own started up git


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