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[Intro] C'mon! Ah-ha!! What you say, uh? We ain’t done! Uh! [Verse] Wanna blow vanillas in the grill at my villa? Play PS2 with Ru and Della? Pick up my cell, spaz out and yell? This is it right here, baby! Wanna blow vanillas in the grill at my villa? Play PS2 with Ru and Della? (Kiss!) Pick up my cell, spaz out and yell? Could’ve been a business call, oh well Taught you wild shit ‘cause you was a wild chick Scared when the Feds hit the trail in South Click Know me, ma, shit, I’m in and out quick Might get knocked with paper, never with wild bricks End of the day, you’ll say that you ate right Skull in the morn’, fistful on a late night Keys to the Benz and you know where the Hummer at Combo to the safe? Won’t be none of that Hurt when I had to beat ya You knew too much, so I had to keep ya And even if my niggas ain’t like you They knew you was mines So regardless to the fact, they had to greet ya Coming through JFK, no luggage Just a carry-on with money, I’m so rugged And the hood getting chips Four-fif’ on the hip on some real Kiss of Death shit What! [Outro] Yeah! The mothafuckin’ champ! And if you don’t know, now you know Ah-ha!