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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 is in my blood and my genes
All the I fuck with, they bling bling
V.L. is my block my hood, my set
Uptown is the spot you get put to the test nigga

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

I been cut throatin' niggaz for a 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 'bout my fetti, my dollars, my loot, my grip, my
UPT 13 and CMB
Is what I represent for and I'm H O T nigga
(4 left)

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

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

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

A bill mine, 6th Street and
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,
Niggaz down to the nasty, filthy, dirty
Holly Grove, Carrington, 17 you me?
Need them, birdies? You see Weezy

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

No, it's not but it's a 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, calicos, brr! Reload, explode
Let it be told, I'm from Grove, what?
(2 left)

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

I back back, leave yo' bitch ass flat
Trust that if you with me I dress in black
That's a fact, don't make me click up with Karen and Brad-Brad
You head your lose that, no comin' back back, I'm tellin' you

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

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