[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
Break yourself n***a I'm finna blast when I reach for my Glock
Junky motherfucker will get popped tryin' to grab my rock
Punk motherfucker tryin' to make a stang
Take care ya business mane
Fat motherfucker hollow points bust to your brain
Then I got to the payphone and hit the Infamous
And tell him that the old track is gettin' dangerous
Tricks ain't got no cheese, so they wanna stang
But you can't beat a robber at his own game
So I jumped in the Cutlass throw the Glock in the stash pot
Can't take a (?) in yo lap cause 5-0 got it hot
I'm just cruisin' the strip tad after midnight
I pick up the Infamous, but still no one's in sight
And then I thought about a n***a I knew who had been trippin'
He was my roadie at now but yo I had to catch him slippin'
Cause when ya assed out it ain't a such thing as a fuckin' friend
If he got it and you ain't got it then he gotta drop some ends
Straight (?) my eyes show dollar signs
I see the (?) comin' out the pockets but it ain't comin' out (?)
So when the shits gets thick you gotta drop off the thang
You a n***a like me because I gotta make a fucking stang

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Cheese, dope and a motherfuckin' hoe, so
I'm in the game, game called the stang
Cheese, dope and a motherfuckin' hoe, so
Breakin' tricks, robbery, then I kick back laughin'
Cheese, dope and a motherfuckin' hoe, so
Rollin' clean ... now I'm ...
Cheese, dope and a motherfuckin' hoe, so
[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
It's the mobster, robster, loco Scarecrow merchant
Searchin', searchin', ready to put some work in
Lurkin', evaluate the figure, fuck (?)
I hope the night produces a couple grams of few damn juices
So stupid n***a would be caught slippin' in a rootin'
Scarecrow meditatin', gotta make a payment
Take 'em to the pavement, get the money and confiscate it
Never be begging for what I be wanting 'cause, bitch, the Scarecrow takes it
I break tricks that don't, you goddamn fool that shit ain't hard to get
Really, really makes you sick when I just broke yo ass bitch
Scarecrow is out stalkin', n***a you should've been watchin'
You don't know the gunman's face that's hid behind a stockin'
Lockin' the clip, yo n***a tell me what you got for me
Give Scarecrow the chiggedy-cheese or this might be a catastrophe
Makin' money, make, make money, make-miggedy mane
Lord Infamous the Scarecrow, I gotta make a stang

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