Ft. Rick Ross & Fat Trel

White bricks in a white fit

It's just a fight til you mixin' all that white %#@!
Let her work, watch the youngin' make the white whip
Deep dishes all chrome with the white lip

I could sell it wholesale what a idea
And Dade County ain't a dope charge that I feel
Same head bussas with them rusty choppas

Only thang we ever talk about is dope and dollars
They want to see my picture on a T-shirt
All the sticks good just makin' sure the D's work

All my enemies I like to keep 'em close
It's a cold, cold world you gotta keep a coat
I'm where the dope boys from

You gotta keep some !@%!e
I'm all fresh out the slums, I need to see the soap
Old Jamaicans still pissin' in the pounds ho

Haters never straight til I let these rounds go
Another 211 in the projects
Keep a strap, this where all the ^!$$%s rob at

? like where the bomb at?
I'm still %#@!tin' on these ^!$$%s
Where the jon at?

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Baking soda in my Range Rover
I'm takin' over ^!$$%, game over

$#&@ the state penn, I'm $#&@in' hoes at Penn State
In the Bentley bumpin debts with Biggie mixtape
^!$$%s at me like I'm 2Pac at a Vegas lobby

Money bags on your $$# and you can pay the price
I'm in your city and want to make it right
For that lil' check hit you in your pair of Nikes

End of conversation, ^!$$% came and end your life
I'm talkin' compensation with a brick of white
I'm sellin' records ^!$$% but I'm livin' trife

I'm number one lookin' like I did it twice
I got them shooters ^!$$% that'll dim yo lights
Midnight in overtime and ^!$$%s shootin' dice

Four, five, six ^!$$%
Don't you open my brick ^!$$%
Them haters screamin' my name ain't they?

They want to take a ^!$$% chain ain't they?
But that gon' be a $#&@in' problem ain't it?
Bus' 'em like a bottle ain't it?

All I got is real ^!$$%s
I'm talkin' ;bout real killas
Baking soda in my Range Rover

I'm takin' over ^!$$%, game over
You snortin' !@%!e where you snort mine
This fast money, $#&@ father time

Big guns for that big talk
Take a ^!$$% car and make a (*##$ walk
My AK always was my father figure

I barely knew my father ^!$$%
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M's, Double M's I'm entitled to a hundred M's

Hit a lick and I'm stickin' dick in my women friends
Never flinch if the feds come and get a pinch
Watch while they scrabble, scratchin' them snitches got an inch

I can take a slight trip with a white (*##$
Whip full of white girl in a white whip
Ice, ever had to take a ^!$$% life

Wrap 'em up in packages send 'em back in the afterlife
I know the feelin' with killin' my ^!$$%s made a killin'
So $#&@ the dealin' with murder, they really handle business

^!$$%s losin' that's a switchin' in my opposition
So who you choosin' (*##$?
I hope you choosin' the $#&@in' winner

I heard them same #~!!@ ^!$$%s snitches
This %#@! you talk 'bout with them (*##$es
Ridiculous, that can't be me 'cause we keep it different

Who you see on your T.V. that's who make a difference
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