Bury Me with My Grand Cru Max B

[Chorus]
Bury me with my Grand Cru (Oh man)
I can't lie, bury me with my Grand Cru (4th quarter on the square)
So when I die, bury me with my Grand Cru (It's your boy, Surfer Don)
I can't lie, bury me with my Grand Cru (Back with another wave for ya)
Nigga, I will defend you, bury me with my Grand Cru (You see, not fuckin' around man)
I can't lie, bury me with my Grand Cru (It's Gain Green)
So when I die, bury me with my Grand Cru (Talk of the game, real quick for you niggas, man)
I can't lie, bury me with my Grand Cru (Shit don't stop)
Chyea

[Verse]
Drop that business off
Knock that witness off
Bless that nigga [?], time to finish him off
Got these niggas drillin' like they hoola-hoops
Trust me, dawg, my goons'll shoot
Popped it, dropped me a couple on the nеws crew
Got these niggas right back whеre they started at
The drawing board
Twice the [?] like a [?]
Bigga he on the moon, tryna count me out?
See this bitch tryna pretend like they got me clowned
Tryna see just what her mouth be 'bout
Baby love, suck it through your dentures
Got them young bucks takin' pictures of my whores
See my bitch like [?]
It'll be kinda smart not to fuck with me
I end your career
Tell them bitches come and get me now
Nigga, he only get 16 thou'... (That's it?)
Wanna get me? How?
I know too much
Tryna hit me while an SOB
Bigga don't need no referee
Nigga, don't need no refugees
We got all that coca that you need
So everything from [?] gon' get speed
I just smoked some weed, it got me in the zone
Thinkin' bout the irony
Jot this down and put it up in your diary
Fiery hits
I can give you, dawg
All niggas sick of the bitches, I'm the shit
Stuff his mouth up with this big .45th
Ow
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