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Yo Black is flashy like Alpo gun happy Pappy
Sneaky muthafucka me of nigga that crack me
He aint the type you shoot with and win dog
Unless you want to get your ass layed out in
Yes we soldiers, me Troy and E-Bags
When they came they hollored like 'What up Conrad?'
Grimey they loved to get gully
Summertime still had on black gloves and
The Lex 450 pulled up that's
Them niggaz Philly would of called him an old head
But he an OG remind me of Chaz and Bump low key
Sounded like he didn't know about drama
For this money shit men do trauma
Switchy walked in son, this bitch had the ass
The bulletproof glass was up on the S-Class
Heard in DC he mad blocks in order
Picture this a young gettin it like Rich Porter
came in for half a pit
He got knocked, he on lock still controllin' his block constop
Pop pulled up in the CL5 his project
His man got fucking murked by Salene
Heard he got it in the range nigga popped one in his brain
Over took his watch and his chain
Country off the hook down there and Richmond main.
In the black 740 I sat, hat turned
Bow baby nelly singing my wrist blinging What!
I'm waiting on this Wise we lost for two pies
Son he that shit I can see it in his eyes
Coming up wise emotions
Most buying looking for wisemen toast
hopped out the Esculade with a few thourough men from B-More
They heroin in Maryland reverse back to Diesel
Killed like 4 fiends his popularity grew that only meant cream
First it was him and his now he got a team
Went 5 and a half grams to living the dream
City pulled up Goddamn you his format
Bentley is all in the door and floor match
Got the gats out the box popped 2 glocks
"All Eyez on Me" 2Pac
Everybody know he a boss he gotta
He on the same bullshit that Gotti up north
Dime in the blue ts stunting like he Nicky Barnes
He broke but he like he a Don
hoppin out the Jag that's Max haitian cat
Kill a nigga quick remind me of Haitian
I his style son I know his stelo, He on the d-low
He smile at niggaz fuck you in Creole
war stories bout how he maneuver with the Ruger
Hold the iron horizontally and send through ya
Few niggaz tried to murk him, them got fount
Some turnt away try to run in wheelchairs now
Banks hopped out this, bulletproof that
Bulletproof snorkel, hat
Got out a Black he blew 90 on that
Poppin mad shit like he gonna bulletproof that go