Impact on the track
Yeah
It's that C.Biz shit
That E.R. shit that you already fuckin' know
And straight gas
Get that sauce, fill that motherfucking joint
You feel me
C.Biz
Get the cocaine out the foil
Bring the water to a boil
I'm whippin' my wrist in a coil
I'm spendin' sauce like it's oil
All of my nigga's is loyal
No extortion they ain't spoilt
E.R. is all I do best
Cuttin' prices like I'm Troy
Everytime I fuck a bitch
I put plastic on my dick
In the kitchen with a presser
I gymnastic on a brick
Microwave or a stove
Harris start whippin' old
Whip a roley, whip a bimmer
Whip up Hurricane Katrina
In the trap's where I'm at
Flippin' packs, gettin' racks
I take a L, I smoke a L
I hit the trap, I get it back
These niggas hate to show the love
I know connects, I know the plug
He made you pay way too much for that
He won't connect, he ain't the plug
12 gauge in my shotty
I got your girl in my lobby
I give her anything she wants
Dick 'cause I'm a fuck-a-holic
You know my man, he knows you well
I seen your number in his cell
Well I don't really give a fuck
I tell your man I fucked his girl
I hit the streets, I play the game
I build the shit, I made the name
I hit the note, I change the game
I made some change, I change my lane
I made the change and broke the chain
I caught a case, I change my name
I made the lane and showed the way
£R and so we ate
C.biz, you best know it
E.R., we done showed it
A nigga put me in the grave
40 counts, you best blow it
I hit the rave and shut it down
I moved the base, I smoked the loud
You're broke, you joke, you're just a clown
You ain't on road, you're just about
C.biz the name is sick
My flow is hard, I take the piss
I paid the price, I get the brick
I break it down and feed the strip
44 for protection
All gold in my section
E.R. To the world
That's the team that I'm reppin
M.O.B. on these bitches
I throw money on hoes
R.I.P. To these snitches
That's how everything goes
I paid the price and live the life
Your shit's a mess, you live a lie
C.Biz, the game is mine
My table's full, we eatin' rice
I came from jail, they said I'm broke
I heard he laughed, they told a joke
I switched the game and fibbed the lane
He ate his word, I made him choke
C.Biz you best know it
E.R., we done showed it
We're the best and they know it
I'm the best and they know it
Get the cup, fuck the measure
Get the press, put the pressure
I whip the brick and get the press
It's rated 8, it sells for less
Fuck a 10, I'm in the den
I sell a brick, I'm makin' 10
Free my little bro in pen
I'm goin hard, we're back again
C.Biz, E.R., S.K. Trust me
All of my niggas are trappers
Most of my niggas are sittin' in jail
But all of my niggas are stackers
Day in the life, nigga kept it so trill 'cause
None of my niggas are actors
And I ain't fuckin' 'round with nobody else 'cause
Most of them niggas are slackers (E.R.)
I want the money, fuck the fame
E.R. in my blood
My jeans are slim, my tee is fitted
All my pockets on flood
Tony Montana
Niggas came up rollin' 'round with bandanas and hammers
I came from the slammer
Now all I see is rich niggas rollin' on my manor (Biz)
Yeah yeah yeah
Let's go put a dab on that
Put a dab right there
Eh, yeah, eh
Like that £R stuff
Impact on the track
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