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

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

be 'bout unloadin' a Tec, nigga
You better protect your head, fuck the chest
I run the killers guerrillas and the head busters
I grew up with murderers and hustlers, you can't 'em

I been cut niggaz for a while now
I stay to and whoopin' ballers
Who got of birds or chickens or ki's 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 comin' home tryin' to hit 'em a
Wanna bounce a quarter ounce up to a brick

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

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

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

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

Prices, cheaper the average, ki's be
We be thuggers, stunners,
Kidnap mothers, with no rubbers
the, hell? What is that I smell?

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

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

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

I bust back back, leave yo' bitch ass
Trust that if you play with me I in black
That's a fact, don't make me click up with and Brad-Brad [unverified]
You head lose that, ain't no comin' back back, I'm tellin' you

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

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