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

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

I been cut throatin' for a while now
I stay to tapin' and 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 life and I'm H O T
(4 left)

Dis bitch off the hook! Nigga sleep
Dis full of crooks, they hunt for the weak
Niggaz comin' home tryin' to hit 'em a
Wanna from a quarter ounce up to a brick

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

They smokin' weed, slangin' D, they sellin' ki's
While bitches shakin' ass in the middle of the street
You It better be M A G
Or gon' get mad and never 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 ignorant motherfuckers camouflage
(3 left)

Yes, nigga, look
Niggaz down to the nasty, filthy, dirty
Grove, Carrington, 17 you heard me?
Need them, birdies? You see Weezy

Prices, cheaper the average, ki's be
We be thuggers, stunners,
Kidnap mothers, with no rubbers
What the, hell? is that 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, semi-automatic calicos, brr! Reload,
Let it be told, I'm Holly Grove, what?
(2 left)

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

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

with me, your people, people gon' be smellin' you
Make me pop and throw, six gon' carry you
People don't 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 they come
Gun, I'ma peel it nigga you can run
Gun click get hit and you get stung cousin', cousin
(I you got the message)