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Album:The Element of Surprise
Track:999999 1 A Mealticket
Date Added:18/10/2007
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Huh? Want me to speak the real?

Speak the real man

Nigga speak the real
Speak the real
Speak the real
the real
Speak the real

It's a quarter after nine on my AM FM
Shack digital motel six oÂ’ clock alarm reads
"40, get your ass up, time to hit the grind

You can't afford to pass no money I know you heard about that"
What, what? "Task
raided Millersville Ms. Miller had a heart attack"
Dude, that's some cold shit, ain't it huh?

I know, she was a good person for certain I know
V-Town, California where I was born,
raised and grown
And since 1979 I been a hustler on the go
You know the drill

My mission for real
A mealticket
You feel, we slowly but surely approachin seven
Figurines, sticky doo-hicky and angel dust
Best believe niggas know better than
fuck with us
I'm pimped out flossin in Reno in the casino
Big bid, fuckin off feddie I
could've put down on a crib
I does that, I do, rejuvenate, redeem
Take a lose, take a
Don't make a scene
Nigga charge it to the triple beam
Fuck the stress

I let that orange box of baking soda do the rest
Holler at my neighborhood chef, Raul

Known for cloning chickens and turning one into two
That's what he do for a living

That's all he's used to
Playtex rubber dishwashing gloves and residue, Biotch!!!!

Bullshit ain't nothin
You see we gone keep this
and mean muggin jump until it's a done deal
You see E-40 and Sick Wid It bring
the real nothin but
What if I bring this back down?
You gots to be about it or be
without it

Be about it or without it
Ay, you know what? I smell
you on that playboy, look
We fin to run down a a whole tac on these bitch ass niggaz

Niggas ain't smellin this shit
We do this shit

Last night I slapped a bitch
upside her dome
With my faulty phone
That heifer's tired
She tried to slash my
Caught me in the bed with her cousin Tanji
From the track
She use to hold
my sack
I use to dick her down way back in 86
She use to look just like a skank

But now that bitch got a ass, tits, body and boy that bich is bad
For what it's worth, the
pussy smelled like Certs
Victoria's Secret
Now folks just remember I never said I
thought about lickin pussy
I said I never thought about eatin
Keepin it and treatin
it nice
Fuck that I'm a hog
I put it down, I'm from the hood
Where I live, on
the outskirts
And down on the tuck in the cut
In Clemente Apartments man
I'm a
baller so you know I ain't got shit in my name
I'm strictly ghetto celebrity, niggaz get
Ready for combat if you plottin and plannin
Oh if you come for me and
confiscate my dough
Let the buzzer be the bail
But my suggestion is to stay within
your envelope
I'm block to block, swingin on vines
Community service, put up stop


Uhhh!!! Hold the fuck on!!
you or did you not tell these niggaz to stay within they envelope?
Sheeit, these timers are
green to the game
They ain't know nothin about these tramps
six bedroom flats and
gettin dealt and held a hand across the mat
You see we from the Yay where we control they
and put these hoes on the grind

Ain't got to but I still
touch it
Went to the Seven Eleven picked up a traders book and bought a bucket
Use to
have a perm bigger than the Charlotte Hornets
But I had to cut that bitch off cause see your
patna had warrant
That I ain't even handled yet although I'm havin cake
The little
homie from the hood want me to put out his tape
He kinda tight too, remind me of The Click
Cause they was spittin that old high powered
Godzilla ballin guru ass type shit
can relate to, wake to, 'scape to when it's sunny
Ride by, slide by, get at a
I know these streets like I know my dick
I can tell you who the nigga is that's
about to get jacked
And the nigga that pulled the lick
I got this bitch on lock

999,999 plus a dollar in a safe deposit box
Marijuana crops still in this roster

Kilogram, coca leaf and morphien
What about my niggas in the 4-1-5
Look what they made

My niggaz in the city
They call it made
Top grade regeneration, uncut

Designer weed, straight hempilation, what the fuck

Sheit, sheit, sheit, sheit, sheit,
sheit sheit, sheit...
Hell yeah, sheit!!
999,999 plus a dollar, plus a dollar man

plus a dollar, plus a dollar man equals a mealticket bitch
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