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The Drop Off

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Yo, yo, yo, yo bobby What up, what up? I can't really hear you Ayo, I left ten pounds in the trunk and I gave sha' ten Make sure he drops them shits off I'm on my way back to Mexico, to pick up another hundred (What up?) Can you hear me? Can you hear me? (Uh huh) Yo make the drop off, don't forget man! I got niggas on the block, block Niggas with them gats, gats Niggas on the strip, strip Puffin' them packs, packs To my workers that stays sharp like razors Play my part and blaze it, we Braveheart with paper My niggas got that dutch, dutch Niggas got that black, black Niggas got a bitch, bitch, head in they lap, lap My team ain't wit' it, we dreamed and did it Leaned and pivot, schemed for digits Everything you seen, we lived it Nigga front then we get at duke Dick hard like statues go to hole like Shaq do Cut you like a cantaloupe Like Iverson the truth and the answer I'm the poison and the antidote Don't care if the bitch cute, we don't s*x raw We play the corners like the castles on a chess board Up in the Lex 4, drinkin' a Beck's boy Shoppin' in the best stores, I'm the nigga to check for Want to spend our cheese, smoke all our weed No tattoo on titties, sayin' f-are-e And my nigga crizzee baby, and my nigga digi baby Want to spend our cheese, smoke all our weed No tattoo on titties, sayin' Bob Digi Or shacrizzee baby, or lil' frizzee baby Up in the drop-top boxter headin' the opposite Direction of the cop inside the chopper I got the tall Grey Goose vodka This bitch on my side, with no panties, finger pop her Ten pounds of skunk up in the front trunk Bird like hittin' a blunt, about to cum, and I'm pinchin' her cunt Ninety miles per hour I'm like "fuck these punks!" It's the land of the free son, you only live once You a smart motherfucker or you stupid dunce? Music blastin', she orgasm like a singer Sweet, wet p***y got all over my fingers Now I'm sniffin' my hand, all sippin' the plan Got the pedal to the floor, goin' swift as I can Hit the exit, chk-chk-chuh, make the left quick Hit the garage and slip inside the Lexus I got many whips, many clips, many chicks And my dick's been sucked by many lips Many tips, or many vicks, many sticks And left the god with plenty chips He got many whips, many clips, many chicks And his dick's been sucked by many lips Many tips, or many vicks, many sticks And love to fuck with plenty chips Want to spend our cheese, smoke all our weed No tattoo on titties, sayin' f-are-e And my nigga crizzee baby, and my nigga digi baby Want to spend our cheese, smoke all our weed No tattoo on titties, sayin' Bob Digi Or shacrizzee baby, or lil' frizzee baby --- The Drop Off - RZA

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Freedom Drayton, Robert F. Diggs, William Jonathan Drayton

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Birth of a Prince

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October 7, 2003

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tattoo baby don't smoke niggas digi what hear left titties spend weed like bitch make cheese nigga many sayin' that want them with

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