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To, to, to, to the tic, to the, to the tic-tic, Slick Rick Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah, Kurupt Young Gotti, hell yeah Raw Dawg, you know, you know me, Raw Dawg Assassin Comin at cha, baby, cat, kick it in, kick it in, pull up Soon as I park, shit sparks, spit fire, gang bang affiliation Retaliation, spit sparks, till shit's dark forever What's up, homie, why you walkin' up on me? Postin' up in the shade, we can draw or get paid You ain't movin' not a thing, homeboy Click 'em with automatics and automatic toys Bounce, rock, rollerskatin' Dippin' down the streets in platinum day tons I'm just a gee, oh yeah, that's me Don't forget it act like you knew it before I set it I put the needle on top of the wax Before, I turn around and burn everything to the ground I seen it comin' a fool over to the right gunnin' The homies whistled, we all draw pistols Gotta stay in charge, gotta play my cards, oh On the grind all day, babe, oh, gots to get paid You got a stash to hid, you got some hash to hit Cash to get, glocks to pop and shit Everybody's got questions and shit Muthafuckas questionin' shit Worryin' 'bout me and my wife All I wanna do is live my life Raise up off me, homie Ease back softly, homie I'm a gee from the D.P.G. And no matter what you say you can't fuck with me Hey loco, I see you wanna loc out Coastin, movin' in locomotion In the cut dippin, the homeboys trippin' Spittin, waiting for a shot to get called The homie spit a plot to us Then passed the 16-shots to us I got scams for hundreds of grammes Me and my man, me and my pistol a plan For about a whole ki load of some powder Stashin', dippin', dashin', smashin', tryin' to cash-in From the front to the back and packin' Pull the strap and start clappin' I'm about to move a little somethin' a little sumptin'-sumpin' For the homie, pack the pump and get to dumpin Hit the liquor store I wanna get paid A fifth of Hen then back to the shade What you got, smoke, loc, let's blaze up Let me get a toke, loc and let's raise up Punks stop and get popped when funk pop I'm worldwide while you thinking either he is or he's not International like [Incomprehensible] You can feel me in the real way Gotta stay in charge, gotta play my cards, oh On the grind all day, babe, oh, gots to get paid Gotta stay in charge, gotta play my cards, oh On the grind all day, babe, oh, gots to get paid Gotta stay in charge, gotta play my cards, oh On the grind all day, babe, oh, gots to get paid Gotta stay in charge, gotta play my cards, oh On the grind all day, babe, oh, gots to get paid Bitch