CJ Mac Interlude

[CJ Mac] I still sell around the club, grips and bloods and hoodrats, all around me Ain't nobody guards, but ain't nobody tryin' to clown me Hehe, my a*s motherf**ker try an' test Last six days your whole gay crew, buyin' vests and a*s bets Hit it like DeNiro and Pacino gettin' head like I'm Little Nickie Play the "Casino", greedy bitches gettin' blown like Sharon gettin' stoned But this ain't no f**kin' movie, ain't nobody yellin' "cut" and gettin' up f**k the bullshit, I pull quick and unload Leave a nigga a*s - bumpy like a toad and stay trippin', accused of crippin' And ain't the Nine shit that stay flyin' by in six-hundred giant shit Ooh wee, look at me, keep it rollin' and I remember back when my draws were stolen, but valued to keep it ballin' f**k you and a nigga tryin' to speak Realsome player shit ain't too played out to get deep - motherf**ker!!