[Intro]
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[Chorus]
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N***as on the gank might do better at a bank
'Cause I'm packin' what you lackin' and I'm shootin' like a tank
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It's the P-I-M-P, yeah, the funky MC, yeah
The n***as that's droppin' them bitches with my nine-millimeter

[Chorus]
Pure Anna for you hoes, Pure Anna for you hoes
Where the hollow-point shells land, man nobody knows
Pure Anna for you hoes, Pure Anna for you hoes
Where the hollow-point shells land, man nobody knows
Now call me ridge [?], Tino like to pack a tone
9 to yo fuckin' head, drop [?] before I [?] you dead
Now call me ridge [?], Tino like to pack a tone
9 to yo fuckin' head, drop [?] before I [?] you dead

[Verse]
I'm takin' my chances by makin' cheese on the cut
You know to see mothafucka
Peep bitch, you know what's up
I guess that life ain't really nothin' but a gamble
So don't get yourself in somethin' that yo ass can't handle
'Cause I'ma make a livin' with my millimeter Glock
And you need to watch your back
When you comin' to my block
So I'ma leave it at that, while my pockets gettin' fat
Kick back like a mack, and drink a yac, and smoke a sack
[Chorus]
[?]
N***as on the gank might do better at a bank
'Cause I'm packin' what you lackin' and I'm shootin' like a tank
It's the-
[?]
P-I-M-P, yeah, the funky MC, yeah
The n***as that's droppin' them bitches with my nine-millimeter

[Outro]
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