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

Nigga thuggin' is in my and my genes
All the niggaz I with, they bling 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 nigga
I run with the killers guerrillas and the head
I grew up with and hustlers, you can't trust 'em

I been cut throatin' for a while now
I stay to and whoopin' ballers
Who got plots of or chickens or ki's or bricks, whatever
Click clack! I got to have it, no

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

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

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

They smokin' weed, they D, they sellin' ki's
While bitches they ass in the middle of the street
You representin'? It be M A G
Or niggaz gon' get mad and let you leave

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

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

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

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

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

Look, look, look, plenty got in my Rolex
Two karats on my finger, ten around my fuckin'
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, leave yo' bitch ass flat
Trust that if you play with me I dress in
That's a fact, don't make me click up with and Brad-Brad [unverified]
You your lose that, ain't no comin' back back, I'm tellin' you

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

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