Devine, for his shines He saw the stash and caught my mailbox for eighty dimes He saw me stashin, like a pipe-link for mega fiends I held it down like
[Lil Rob] I'm representin where I'm from San Diego, C.A. With my nine treys, vatos that duck the sunrays Put 18 on my sleeves, eighty-five degrees with
that ass up, you was holdin' out Let the streets be the court and corners hold the trial Fatal not fictitious I rock the cable eighty-six shit, foreign
more crack on the streets than Cali after earthquakes Southwest gon' vouch for this our teams trade off nicks (Knicks) like Ewing and the draft pick easy money, that was all in Eighty
fit you all in the DJ booth Sip on something eighty proof Get these sexy ladies loose Tear the club up raise the roof Then link up wit me like Bluetooth
came to party With my guys and women probably pitchin' couple of innings Break 'em down through my winnings and come out Detroit grinni' With my paper and ladies on the E doin' about eighty
Move! There's no telling what I'ma do I'm eighty-thousand years of natural selection comin through You ain't got as much aggression, possessions, weapons
, All our foes, they'll be ducking us im a Jack boy, you're a jackass, you must dress in the dark with your tacky ass I'm big Gucci,....... Got eighty
ranch, get laid more than Fritos With five strippers, four wives and three amigos I go scuba divin' in Bays at Montego I find gold links and snatch '
Your family pack your shit Get vexed Leave a nigga standing in a bag of leaves Some niggas catch on later Try to put them on they haters I met eighty
young lady maliya last night [riley] word? [kane] must have been her husband's payday [riley] heheh [kane] because she bought me this here brand new Diamond link
"I'm hard to kill, for real, nigga guard your grill", Cuban Link Yo, yo, Yo flip mode is how this nigga roll, finger on the trigger low Quick to lick
and on and on and First thing in the mornin' the middle we yawnin' Your word is born you all I think about When the snow fall the minks be out Diamonds and links
are days to wake up for. There are dreams to be had. What will happen will happen whether I'm happy or sad. There's a reason I'm freezing at eighty degrees
got one of the best mixtapes upon here Maybe I'm hallucinatin' or the screen isn't clear I click on every link on him an' never like what I hear I just
and Chuckie Walters Black Shawn, Black Tim and Black Darren Black Tyrone, Black Al and Black Baron Rob and Carlos, Jersey and Dink James Weldon with the, Cuban link
a thing When cops ask questions, my description is vague No answers at all, just bodies behind the stage One witness yells out, that he was dressed in black Stupid dookie link
yours, strippin niggaz to they drawers No probable cause, with the chrome double 4's It's the Queens New Yorker with a bulletproof parka In eighty-four
