Released on May 15, 2009

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[Verse]

No [?]

Gucci kill the beat, it's a homicide simply

My ice game make them sickly

I just did, she soldier sweet, wreaths, they cost a brick a piece

If the DA catch it, dog, you ain't bought no brick from me

Can't be fresh seven days a week, see this game, I play for keeps

Soft cocaine white, pretty like Alicia Keys

Yeah, I got that thing with me, plus, still keep that pain with me

Triple 'em, make the crazy knots, all that just to hang with me

Your earring in your family, no one tryin' to handle me

Do not play no games with me, I am not a amateur

Why you got me sick of me? To tell the truth, I'm sick of me

VIP, we eighty deep, NYC the family

Got a lot of hustlin', petty heavy gamblin'

All about the Benjamins, we head to heavy traffickin'

Ha, ha


[Outro]

Ha, ha