Rest in peace Mr. Cee. Check it out off the top dedicated to all the Yay Area mutha fuckaz who don't know nuthin about what they supposed to Know sumpthin about. So a understand me what I'm sayin?? Uh huh y'all Mutha fuckaz comin from either side of the bridge biatch.
Verse 1 *(Richie Rich)*
Slug bangin Drug bangin It's Rich An that nigga Black Chris, Runnin a drug sweet bliss, From the older Frisc, Hataz chew a chunk of this, Rest in peace to my nigga, (Mr. Cee), Can't fuck wit this, Park my hog, fuck wit OG dogs, Smoke LG dispite the spook stories niggaz tell me, They lungs collapse, Need zig zags to bust raps, Run trains on hoes, Who fall victim to the flows, RBL knows, My turf niggaz throw up yo "O's", If you got game, Then hustle an struggle to bring the spot fame, Not to name, They built a bridge in the game, From the Older Frisco, Off light green an Sissco, I go, Back an forth, East, west, north, Representin niggaz who be slangin on the porch, Fo what it's worth, All niggaz on the turf, Prepare yo mind fo the rebirth.
Ha ha, check it out. On a bitch, (RBL Posse) fo a bitch, (Double R) Dedicated to a bitch, (sideways) an the hook'll go a lil sumpthin like This....
*(chorus)* x2
*(RBL Posse & Richie Rich)*
We got mo game than the average, bitch, Three boss playaz tryin to stack a grip, trick, We makin g's that's fo sheeze, In a place where gettin money ain't easy. Believe that.
Verse 2 *(Black C)*
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