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You know we don't hits, uh uh
We classics nigga, uh huh
money, c'mon, get at me nigga

Nigga thuggin' is in my and my genes
All the niggaz I fuck with, they bling
V.L. is my my hood, my set nigga
Uptown is the where you get put to the test nigga

be 'bout unloadin' a Tec, nigga
You better protect your head, the chest nigga
I run with the killers guerrillas and the busters
I grew up with murderers and hustlers, you trust 'em

I been cut throatin' for a while now
I stay to tapin' and whoopin'
Who got plots of birds or chickens or or bricks, whatever
clack! I got to have it, no matter

What the be
I'm my fetti, my dollars, my loot, my grip, my green
UPT 13 and CMB
Is what I represent for and I'm H O T nigga
(4 left)

Dis bitch off the hook! Nigga never
Dis bitch full of crooks, they for the weak
Niggaz home tryin' to hit 'em a lick
Wanna bounce from a quarter ounce up to a

Dem old side niggaz, new side niggaz
Might get loaded but they do niggaz
They stuck in line, but after it's all over
The block party jumpin' at Washington in

They smokin' weed, they slangin' D, they ki's
While bitches they ass in the middle of the street
You It better be M A G
Or niggaz gon' get mad and never let you

A mine, 6th Street and Hadley
Street, Robertson and T.C.
It's on fire the wars they cause
A bunch of ignorant motherfuckers wearin'
(3 left)

Yes, one-seven nigga,
Niggaz down to the nasty, filthy, dirty
Holly Grove, Carrington, 17 you me?
Need them, birdies? You see Weezy

Prices, cheaper than the average, be
We be thuggers, stunners,
Kidnap mothers, rape with no
What the, hell? What is that I

No, it's not but it's a body by the canal
My grill, platinum, necklace,
Rolex, platinum, Hot Boy, ask him
Blunts, we 'em, guns, we have 'em

We do not 'em unless we gon' blast 'em
My clothes, Rees, Tees,
Fo'-fo's, calicos, brr! Reload, explode
Let it be told, I'm from Holly Grove,
(2 left)

Look, look, look, plenty got diamonds in my
Two karats on my finger, ten around my neck
It's a everyday that I keep my pockets fat
Got so haters, that's why I stay strapped on my gat

I bust back back, yo' bitch ass flat
Trust that if you play with me I in black
That's a fact, make me click up with Karen and Brad-Brad [unverified]
You head your lose that, no comin' back back, I'm tellin' you

Play with me, your people, gon' be smellin' you
Make me pop and throw, six gon' carry you
People have no money, they can't bury you
Don't have no insurance, you be in the a week or two

that insurin' yourself, cousin
Get it how you live it nigga, when come cousin
Gun, I'ma peel it you can run cousin
Gun click get hit and you get cousin', stung cousin
(I you got the message)