Pure Columbia - Young Money

I can’t trust these niggas, throw some water on 'em,

They tell me «Go to Hell,» Okay I know the owner

Strip clubs gettin old all the strippers hoein'

All these bitches think they dimes, watch me flip a coin

Thank You Jesus, My dogs is off the leashes

Had to leave my spanish bitch 'cuz she was startin' to get suspicious

Tell The Beef I mean business, suit and tie nigga

You and all your dogs can get euthanize nigga

Trigger happy nigga, I just can’t stop smiling

Thank God I’m fly, I had to thank my pilot

You think you’re calling shots, you got the wrong numberI love Benjamin

Franklin more than his own mother

Throw that pussy, throw that pussy

And I don’t want no throw back pussy, man fuck these pussy-

Ass niggas, I lay back and ash Swishers

My new shoes is ass-kickers, she drink cum like she had hiccups

Rest In Peace to my last victim

We be passing blunts, they be passing judgement

5 blunts of that strong, call that strength in numbers

AK’s with Chiquitas, you shell-shocked like Adidas

Whoever find your body, finders keepers, yeah

It’s that pure Colombia

'Cause soon as the bitch tasted it her tongue was numb

It’s loaded, so I just let her jump the gun

It’s that Dedication 5 and another one, I love it!

Tunechi

Yeah, free Scooter, I’m outchea

Let’s get it

I done lost a couple hoes but I’m still a pimp

This change of face on my Rollie, shout out Lil Kim

Park my cars in front my house like I ain’t got no garage

Just looking for a bitch to stay down like I’m throwing knives

Mac so paid we 'bout to start calling him Macintosh

I really beat that pussy up them niggas shadow box

These niggas sending threats, I’mma start sending hits

Bring me his head, so I can make sure its him

It’s lonely at the top, it’s lonely at the top

I think I’m 'bout to jump, niggas phony as a prop

Ain’t nothing on me but this chop, turn you, your homies into slop

Put your brains all over the window, people passing window shop

Like ugh, this that pure Columbia

It’s just us, fuck the rest we got insomnia

Most likely I done fucked that bitch that’s laying under ya

She said she trying to see me, bitch that’s Stevie Wonderful

You better, mind your business, hitman with a hit list

YMCMB, the world is ours, seconds minutes

I’m a movie motherfucker, camera man, are you getting this?

Burning blunts like bridges, turn up, missing

Ahhhhh

We out here with that clean work, these niggas selling remix we got clean work

Kill everybody ya’ll gone need a limousine hearse

You see I’m armed like a fucking short sleeve shirt!

D5, what up five?

Yeah