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Where the furl nigga? where the earl nigga?
Gonna get ya fuckinÂ’ mind right.
Tell me where the furl nigga. where the furl nigga?
Gonna get ya fuckinÂ’ mind right.
Where the furl nigga? where the furl nigga?
Chorus:
I got a pocket full of furl! (hello!)
So wonÂ’t you go and get the earl!!
(hello!)
I got a pocket full of furl! (hello!)
And IÂ’m gonÂ’ send you in that world.
I donÂ’t give a fuck who you be
You ainÂ’t finna sell no fuckinÂ’ furl in that 1-2-3
You can be tony montana in this bitch with a boatload of furl nigga you still
AinÂ’t sellinÂ’ shit
Start robbinÂ’ niggas back in 1993 and if you come on my set
Then nigga ya gots to face me
6 slugs strong cominÂ’ straight from that 3
IÂ’m gettinÂ’ you full of that, boy
Nigga I know you know me.
Chorus
Bitch peep me out IÂ’m on the set pushinÂ’ that boat
ListeninÂ’ to a nida cuz that bitch brings me joy
Nigga walked up said he was sick and needed a hit
And so I tooked the 14 fuck the 6 I canÂ’t sweat it
The seater push my shit cuz IÂ’m tryinÂ’ to make a mill
No time to chill because I gotta pay my bills
And slippinÂ’ in the game, (mm mm)i ainÂ’t havinÂ’ it
ThatÂ’s why (when IÂ’m on the set IÂ’m always packinÂ’ my gat nigga)
In case a nigga try to nut up, get bucked up
And run up and jump up
I have to leave ya fucked up
I know my furl be fuckinÂ’ with yoÂ’ mind
Cuz itÂ’s that torture and your makinÂ’ lines(3 whole lines)
I got that fire, so wonÂ’t ya come and buy a
Bag of that hello, downtown niggas door to door
Chorus
B.g.:
Gimme that boy, gimme that dope, IÂ’m bout to go in that world
Get on the mic, buy big roofers, get a bag of that furl
ItÂ’s my money so I bought it
My nose, so I snorted
I tried it the first time and you know I got retarted
I was spooked as the fuck
Thought that I was in a maze
That nasty raw had a b.g. like me feelinÂ’ dazed
I went inside dragginÂ’ that monkey on me
My momma dis-owned me
That furl owned me
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?
I was on that fuckinÂ’ b and it had me real lazy
Now that b.g. graduated got me feelinÂ’ real crazy
I started scratchinÂ’ and scratchinÂ’
Started itchinÂ’ and itchinÂ’
PullinÂ’ my trigger till itÂ’s clickinÂ’ if a nigga start bitchin
I got a habit got me trippinÂ’
Gat right beside me
Dope got me wanted for 3 armed robberies
Fuck, IÂ’m trapped
I need a shoulder to lean
15 (what you is? )
A strung out dope fiend
Tec-9:
Motherfucker you touch my bag, then nigga you bought that bag
Niggas leaninÂ’ to catch the habit but I just canÂ’t have it
Although I fly all night and serve Â’em proper
The money hungry crimp stopper
That fuckinÂ’ ? ? ?
Nigga hit me with that 580
If IÂ’m busy iÂ’ma send you to grab my old lady
Stationary nigga I ainÂ’t playinÂ’ on the real
That same torture that brought ya to that other level took a ride bout ya
And stopped them water ? ? ? ?
Same dope man look here
Who would ever thought that dope would take a nigga under
Sometimes I wonder why all these niggas around me
Could it be they want a bag of that capital t-e-c
Goddamn, what a nigga will do for a program
Who I am, the motherfuckinÂ’ dope man
For sure fall, donÂ’t make me go and get my four four bulldog
Because you know IÂ’m gonna act a fuckinÂ’ peer hog
I got grams, half a gram, bundles and them whole thangs
IÂ’m all about that 11 5 man
Chorus
Yella:
Just gots to pack it, IÂ’m in the back of the cabby
Readin dear abby
Like a cool john dillinger up in the 90Â’s
Shots open I got just whatÂ’s the fuck you need
All you snorters and you shooters come and see me
IÂ’m on the block with the raw like you never saw
I got a pouch full of shells from my sawed off
Hit you in ya habit daddy
IÂ’m goinÂ’ all the way out
You heard we gots the fire now you startinÂ’ to bad mouth
But weÂ’s a click that wonÂ’t quit
Got ya bitches sick
Ya got a bag from the fella now ya full
The fuck IÂ’m never puttinÂ’ over a half up on my product
Now you can look if you deal with me
Stay real with me
And I just might throw you a extra bag
Issue out some samples, they runninÂ’ like earl campbell
If you fall short I gots to make you out of an example
You bitch you (you bitch you)
And we gots that furl
Chorus
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