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Cypher on the f*ckin' throne They Playin' around, they f*ck around, get
Smoked But we're in the round, Those different ends
You f*ck around, get choked Them Niggas certain clowns, too funny, Just
Jokes I can show them a magic trick

They disappear, they disappear, just Ghosts Pick the darkest tense, drive Around
Where he layin' at He live in his Momma's crib, The girlfriend
Where he stays at If you peep the Scene, there's kids where
They play at I don't know if there's Money STASH but

Upstairs is the main trap Forty-five Is the mainstrap, big shells
To get him off me Chase him down To Lauryn Hill House to kill
Him softly Hit man's for hire in five Boroughs, and it
Costly This fat dude paid like he Weighed, yes, he

Bought me They playin' around, they F*ck around, get
Smoked But we're in the round, Those different ends
You f*ck around, get choked Them Niggas certain clowns, too funny, Just
Jokes I can show them a magic trick

You disappear, They disappear, just Ghosts
Hit him with the iron, roast Got Him, I'm his client, complete the Mission
Toast Next time your man won't be Talkin', he boast
We worldwide in this universal coast Pick him off, I'll get him whack

Arm his reach, I'll get you tapped Doesn't matter where you at, just pour the
Gas I like the magic, stress rewind, you see the
Time When niggas ready to make a laugh
Last time we shot your man, we get berated and jump the cab

It's a clean shit, reride, I mean that Ask the gods if it's really true, if you
Shot a god, it's extinction, believe me
They playin' around, you find out, you get smoked
I don't think you should play around with fire, you see smoke, no joke

They play around, They f*ck around, Get smoked I BE round, Those different DUDES
You f*ck around, get choked Them Niggas certain clowns, too funny, just
Jokes I can show them magic trick, You disappear
They disappear, just coast