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You we don't drop 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 niggaz I fuck with, they bling
V.L. is my block my hood, my set
Uptown is the where you get put to the test nigga

Best be unloadin' a Tec, nigga
You protect your head, fuck the chest nigga
I run the killers guerrillas and the head busters
I up with murderers and hustlers, you can't trust '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
Click clack! I got to it, no matter

the situation 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
comin' home tryin' to hit 'em a lick
Wanna bounce from a quarter ounce up to a

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

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

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

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

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

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 Holly Grove,
(2 left)

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

I bust back back, leave yo' ass flat
Trust if you play with me I dress in black
a fact, don't make me click up with Karen and Brad-Brad [unverified]
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 freezer a or two

Bought insurin' 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', cousin
(I you got the message)