Look, I'm here to make a mill off of 15 bricks
I robbed for, can't see me workin' for Job Corps (C'mon, c'mon)
It's Gates, dog, a little introduction to me
Crack's the damn himself, who else fuckin' with me?
Who got the shit in a chokehold? Who gettin' that powder?
Who got the candy red Impala, sittin' with M. Holla?
It's real life and I ain't gotta act in a flick
Or make a skit and play like I'm blackin' a bitch (Haha)
Youngin, I like the 5, but feel right in the 6
It's more roomy, so I can feel right in your bitch, shit (Haha)
I drink Belve', Henny and Cris'
In the hood they call me "Can't get right"
But I can get right
It ain't a ho in Harlem that can't get piped
Or any five boroughs, my 9 semi starts trouble
I want y'all to act up, go 'head and play dumb
Billy Bathgate's my name, huh?
Nigga, I shot ya
Yeah
DJ Clue, Desert Storm
Fetch Out, my nigga Just Blaze, Enigma
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