[Intro: GONDA]
\nIf you want it, bitch you can get it
\nLike I said, I keep everything 'round me copasetic
\nThese rappers copyin' the way we do it, so pathetic
\nThe only thing I leave you needin' is a paramedic (Medic, med-med-)
\nIf you want it, bitch you can get it
\nLike I said, I keep everything 'round me copasetic
\nThese rappers copyin' the way we do it, so pathetic
\nThe only thing I leave you needin' is a paramedic
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\n[Verse 1: GONDA]
\nI pop out on the opps with the choppa' broad day and send em' up to God for no reason but he safe
\nThе only thing you gain is some weight up on yo' waist, I cannot wait
\nSeconds tickin' by it's such a wastе
\nBitch I'm outside skippin' out the front door
\nDippin' out the back, when I finish blowin' out her back
\nLike a chiropractor, I make it crack when she call me
\nNiggas talkin' shit, but still livin' with they mommy
\nOld English, I got that 40 ounce upon me
\nI give all my praise to the eye where my palm be
\nI never panic if it's static, address it calmly
\nBitch I'm from a city where niggas turn into zombies
\nTake ya' to the Tenderloin, night of the livin' dead
\nWay they flippin' cell phones, junkie hoes givin' head to tricks
\nHoppin' off the porch like rabbit, not talkin' Trix, serial number up on the gun is scratch and sniff (Yeah)
\nI got a homie take the sticker off the back of yo' whip, you shoulda' cut it up, bitch
\nTouch a brick, like I do construction, the Glock make em' drop it to the floor
\nLet me show you how it function
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\n[Chorus: GODHANDUSA]
\nEverybody wanna be rich, everybody want fame
\nEverybody tryin' to escape they pain
\nLookin' up at God while you burn in flames
\nWho do you have but yo' self to blame?
\nBla-Black, white, brown, hoe we all the same
\nIf I woulda' passed, would you say my name?
\nIf I woulda' died, would you carry the torch?
\nStand up mothafucka' hop off the porch
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\n[Verse 2: MONGO]
\nHoppin' off the porch while you on the block trickin', doin' dirt, like I'm diggin' always gettin' to my chicken
\nMONGO went from 9 to 5, whippin' all my victims, to a sky rise, I can see the city where I'm livin'
\nI-I-I-I had to do this shit with GONDA, puffin' all my commas
\nR-R-R-Ride around in that Honda, strong marijuana t-the only thing that I'm fond of
\nI like some bitches blonde, I like some that look like Obama
\nSteppin' in the plague, I ain't rockin' no damn Prada
\nP-Pull up lookin' proper, I get dollars off my product
\nA-And if you want it you can get my dawg
\nIf you can name it, I can promise that I'm wit' it my dawg
\nI got back to my old ways and hit a lick wit' my dawg
\nT-T-T-Talkin' smack, I pull up with the stick, wit' my dawgs- wit' my dawgs- wit' my dawgs
\nI get to lickin' my paws, you appalled, and you're raw, that's where I'm stickin' my balls
\nWe ain't the same mothafucka', you ain't wit' it at all and I could put you six feet under with no feelin's involved
\n'Cause everybody wanna fuck with the hand
\nUntil that stick goes blip, bling, blow, ya' man's in the sand
\nIt look like Afghanistan with the mac in my hands
\nI'll put ya' gang in a pen
\nUnderstand?
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\n[Chorus: GODHANDUSA]
\nEverybody wanna be rich, everybody want fame
\nEverybody tryin' to escape they pain
\nLookin' up at God while you burn in flames
\nWho do you have but yo' self to blame?
\nBla-Black, white, brown, hoe we all the same
\nIf I woulda' passed, would you say my name?
\nIf I woulda' died, would you carry the torch?
\nStand up mothafucka' hop off the porch
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\n[Outro: GONDA]
\nIf you want it, bitch you can get it
\nLike I said, I keep everything 'round me copasetic
\nThese rappers copyin' the way we do it, so pathetic
\nThe only thing I leave you needin' is a paramedic
\nIf you want it, bitch you can get it
\nLike I said, I keep everything 'round me copasetic
\nThese rappers copyin' the way we do it, so pathetic
\nThe only thing I leave you needin' is a paramedic (Medic, med-med-)\n\n
