[Verse 1] 
I done fucked (The Baddest Bitches) ask Trina 
Give her coke to stuff between her, said she loved my demeanor 
Felonies and misdemeanors, I'm villified 
I just, rap on the side, black mafia ties 
Prolific words, I speak for the unheard 
Niggas who love guns, money, girls, and furs 
Sittin up in the mans', runnin shit 
On the phone moving bricks, orderin hits 
Perfected the game, diamond infested the chain 
Niggas think I change I just wanna watch 'em change 
Livin the American dream 
Drugs, violence, sex, and loaded magazines 
That's all I could talk about in these sixteen 
Cuz that's all I live, ask Tibs 
It is what is, either graveyards or consecutive life bids, shit 
 
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Niggas wanna bang, we could bang 
Niggas wanna slang, we could slang 
 
[Verse 2] 
Niggas wanna bang we could bang out 
Til the clip's done, or your vital arteries hang out 
Ham a cot, Bad Boy, the black Camelot 
Raise the price and connect the dots 
Through life's journies, all I need is a couple of mack mils 
A couple of mils and good attorneys 
Skatin on big blades, goin out in a blaze in my last days 
I'll probably die with a bad drug trade or an overdose 
Without tellin my moms, sorry it was close 
My wife and my bitch fightin over my notes 
All my niggas skied north makin a toast 
Til hell, just gimme bad bitches in Channel 
Connects wit, Chinese cartels and that new SL 
And the judge that's gon' set my bail 
 
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[Verse 3] 
I'm on top of this shit, look at the wrists 
Too much rocks in this shit, aint that a bitch 
Make hits, til my last breath 
With that nigga, the P U double F 
So lay back in the cut motherfucker 'fore you get shot 
I kill niggas on the spot like a cop 
I did it all four seasons suites to a cot 
Give bitches nothing but breathmints and this cock 
Call me what, there's a way to eat 
And all we got is sports, entertainment or the streets 
I'm in deep, think of Citibank when I sleep 
Ching, ching like I was from Shaolin 
Brooklyn nigga what you say, keep stylin 
My air force ones you couldn't walk a mile in 
I love politics, narcotics, and violins 
Bad Boy forever, we move in silence 
 
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