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*(Richie Rich talking)* 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas who be slangin on the porch Fo what it's worth All niggas 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)* Now I'm bouncin in rap Juss like O-Z's, to kilo's Gettin so rich, I change my name to Mr. C-Note Now these flows, cashin checks But dont forget I had respect, before success, to put this game in text So you might get wrecked My foes get checked These hoes expect Versace Fuckin everybody I'm off like Gotti Off tha Hennessey My Posse, got the tendencey To take foes, an break those Niggas hold they pecos Then shoot them down like Waco But lettin em say so We never bang hoes Playaz make the world go round That's right the world go round Fools talk down Real niggas hold they ground Rich laid it down While he spark that pound I takes a toke hold, then of the smoke Then I blows it out Into the B-A-Y My niggas ain't G-A-Y This Frisco pimpin, representin gettin P-A-Y Ya betta believe that *(Chorus)* x2 Verse 3 *(Hitman)* Some one kid you fo a rap Two for a ho Three for the fedi Four since the show Fo sho I been like strugglin an strivin fo doe An the eagerness I get, the sooner that it flows Hoes try to keep me down the ladder But I'd rather keep climbin to make my pockets fatter An as they huddle an gather To come up wit a plan, to stuffs it in my hand That poultry man Me an my click, the realest clan An there I stand As a completed soldier Smaller the older Likes phenomenon Like John Travolta Get in yo mind juss like minolta It's colder how we put pressure upon yo shoulders Be leavin you blinded In these one times, we criminal minded An we stood to be reminded Put it back We run this like Gulluvers Travels We unravel confrontations Fo my niggas we lost the battle Snakes they rattle But we got mo game than the average Insane cuz we some savages Wit the hap's of lettin you have it Fo the cabbage *(Chorus)* x2 Mo game than the average Game in exchange fo some cabbage. Bitch. x3