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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 fuck with, bling bling
V.L. is my block my hood, my set
is the spot where you get put to the test nigga

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

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

the situation 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 full of crooks, they hunt for the weak
Niggaz home tryin' to hit 'em a lick
Wanna bounce a quarter ounce 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

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

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

Yes, one-seven nigga,
Niggaz step to the nasty, filthy, dirty
Grove, Carrington, 17 you heard me?
Need them, birdies? You should see

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 unless we 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 diamonds in my
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 strapped on my gat

I bust back back, yo' bitch ass flat
Trust that if you play me I dress in black
a fact, don't 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 no insurance, you be in the freezer a week or two

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