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$999,999 + $1= a Mealticket

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Huh? Want me to speak the real? Speak the real man Nigga, speak the real Speak the real Speak the real Speak the real Speak the real It's a quarter after nine on my AM, FM Radio Shack, digital motel, six o' clock alarm reads "40, get your ass up, time to hit the grind You can't afford to pass no money, I know you heard about that" What, what? "Task raided Millersville, Ms. Miller had a heart attack" Dude, that's some cold shit, ain't it huh? I know, she was a good person for certain I know V-Town, California, where I was born, raised and grown And since 1979, I been a hustler on the go You know the drill, my mission for real, a mealticket You feel, we slowly but surely approachin' seven digits Figurines, sticky doo hicky and Angel Dust Mescaline, niggas know better than fuck with us I'm pimped out flossin' in Reno in the casino Big bid, fuckin' off feddie, I could've put down on a crib I does that, I do, rejuvenate, redeem Take a lose, take a lose don't make a scene Nigga charge it to the triple beam, fuck the stress I let that orange box of baking soda do the rest Holler at my neighborhood chef, Raul Known for cloning chickens and turning one into two That's what he do for a living, that's all he's used to Playtex rubber dish washing gloves and residue, biotch Bullshit ain't nothin' You see we gone keep this thuggin' And mean muggin', jump until it's a done deal You see E-40 and Sick Wid, it bring the real, nothin' but What if I bring this back down? Which one, which one cap'n? You got to be about it or be without it Be about it or without it, ay, you know what? I smell you on that playboy, look We fin to run down a whole tac on these bitch ass, niggaz Niggas ain't smellin' this shit, we do this shit Last night I slapped a bitch upside her dome with my faulty phone That Heifer's tired she tried to slash my tire Caught me in the bed with her cousin Tanji From the track she use to hold my sack I use to dick her down Way back in eighty-six she use to look just like a sketch But now that bitch got a ass, tits, body and boy, that bitch is bad For what it's worth, the pussy smelled like Certs Victoria's Secret Now folks, just remember, I never said I thought about



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