f/ Kurupt[Intro: Itchy-Fingas]Uh, M.M.O. officialYoung Gotti, let's goUh, let's go, let's go[Chorus: Triggnomm]Aiyo, we trying to blow, fuck it if they find the blowWe gon' take the shit to trial, we ain't tryin' to blowWe M.M.O., and Money Moves ObstaclesMe and Itchy, spittin' fifty, fuck a hospitalYo, we trying to blow, fuck it if they find the blowWe gon' take the shit to trial, we ain't tryin' to blowWe M.M.O., and Money Moves ObstaclesMe and Gotti, catchin' bodies, fuck a hospital[Itchy-Fingas]Aiyo, I blow speed limits, blow 'dro with the windows tintedI blow fifty grand, racin' my manBlow fifty on my neck and my hand, we splurged outNigga blow you in the face and give you another mouthNigga blowin' at twice, nigga blowin' at diceThat nigga blowin' his life, that nigga blowin' his iceI get blow, 'bout twenty a gram in some townsWe ain't no average dudes, twenties rabbit foodsI mash you fools, crash like, that's the CoupAnd if I catch you on my block, we gon' wet the stoolYeah, you got guns, but you scared to shootI leave you hooked up to tubes like vegetables[Chorus][Kurupt]Been in the war, spinnin' white balls in a carDroppin' like drawers and jaws, bounce like ballsWhere's the bread? Four lens, searchin' their headAnd spurs are spread, separatin' limbs and legsArms are harm, hung from the palm of the arm'Toss in the palm, Vietnam, harmin' them allSend the word, it's superb Benz with birdsA vengeance, abidin' by, soaked in 'shermI still fuck local whores, cuz it's yoursAll in your jaws and your vocal chordsYou want some blow? Or you want something to blow?You want something now? Or later on tomo'?Well, here's the blow, and here's somethin' to blowNow let it go, pink in rain, sleet or snowYea, your nigga got guns, but he's scared to shootEverything's computerized, but you can't computer[Chorus][Triggnomm]Heat blows out, in the street, we speed blow outsWhen we blow out, see M.M.O., we 'dro'd outBraids, waves, bald heads or blow outsSo show out, I take a deep breath, blow outEmpty fours out, Triggnomm, Kurupt and ItchyWith a O of yae yo, and a folded fiftyBlowin' quickly, spittin' fifty at 50Ya'll still with me? Flow blow so swiftlyCan't hit me, go past fast, can't get mePetey Pablo flow, ya'll still with me?Stick with me, cause when I blow, ya'll gonna miss meBlowin' fifty every year, not to fit me[Chorus to fade]
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