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Interpret:
Fiend
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| The Rock Show
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Verse one:
36 ounces of thousand in grams
I aint never had shit, now I plot to piss or a stick
Aint nothing in my jeans but some lint and some dick
Who wanna hunger young rick
Thinking I cant get, out the situation
Im bout to make these bitches sick
Since a little nigga, started to vision nigga
Now when dophines surely come, I know how much to give her
Single bags to dimes, dimes, tens to twhomp twhomps
Catch me in the set and Ima have whatcha want want
Playing it raw, I aint out here for my health
And tell the Temp service, aint blood myself
Enjoyed myself, blocks away from the melt
And proving thy self from cream that dont melt
Chorus:
(Nigga why) Before real niggas kiss up to the man (whomp)
36 ounces of thousand in grams
If it aint legal and from Uncle Sam
36 ounces of thousand in grams
How I get them cars, houses, and land
36 ounces of thousand in grams
You aint seeing shit till money in hand
36 ounces of thousand in grams
Verse two:
My brother and cousin got a plan
Look, that dope aint got touch my hands
But yet this bad and Im the one with the life sands
A ten millimeter for protection
For any jacker or badge that run up in my section, and ah
I cost to cigars from being broke
And this aint lemonheads or no bar of soap, and ah
To old for McDonalds, that killed hope
And all the hustlas around my way got cars with no notes, so ah
Penetentries chances here I come
That nigga move to fast Ima pop his ass one (pop)
Drop his ass one (pop)
Bringing home the brick
What ya know when the Fiend got his own started up git
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