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Bomptown
Bomptown
Look, uhh, nigga, Bomptown's

I done did the
They countin' niggas out, now dickheads respect us
You unsure about me bein'
Well, I'm unsure about your ass standin' in my
'Cause I put in overtime,
caught cases, pop when Pop think I lost my mind
Where I'm from they try to and politic
But fuck that, buy a strap, slow them up with tips

I'm, self made, self paid, safe of everythang
And Maybach doin' donuts, bitch
I'm in Bompton, still hitting'
And if the 'iac gone, niggas still sip
I done made me, I feel about it
But them suckas try to me, take the hood up out me
Who would Master P be if he "'Bout It 'Bout It"?
Or HOV the Marcy Projects

I'm Bomptown's finest, yeah,
finest, 4Hunnid, 4
Nigga, finest, yeah
finest, uhh

Now when I pull up, everything
Can't complain, life's sweet, blue drank,
The past year I've been makin' all
My team got it, then somebody shot me
Damn, that's the Devil, my nigga
But thank god it ain't end with a shovel, my
Have it dusted off my shoulders like whatever, my
And ain't gone, he live forever, my nigga
Rest in to my nigga Frogg
You your 4Hunnid niggas out here, doing they shit, nigga
My gone but never forgotten

You anytime I beez, I told you what's poppin'
Uhh, so y'all finally made it
Buddha still the same, you know nigga brazy
You when small niggas hatin'
money being made now so niggas started changin'
And Game just dropped 2
He got bangers on there, and what he talkin' about you
I you and Peso had issues,
but real shit, it seem nigga miss you
Your kids, I took them shopping
You me, I'ma do my part, nigga I gotchu

I know you so you know what's up with G man
He was just worried about his and his freedom
Your mom that you said, we was on bad terms
Man that shit work a nerves
But long as Lil on this Earth,
its long live Lil that's my word

Nigga finest
Ayy, Bomptown's finest
Ayy, nigga, Bomptown's
This is Bomptown's
Nigga, finest

Third verse, years later, still Pyro' it, still gettin' paper
Gotta tell you about the homies, whole lot up in the
Teebee, yeah that's my nigga, but we ain't talk much
Me and H fell out, me and Mustard out
Me and you out 'cause there
was some you didn't tell me 'bout
But I ain't even trippin' I get the bigger picture
Big Buddha that's my nigga, so you you my nigga

gone, Chica-gone, Buddha three call you know I answer my phone
High nigga skinny jeans, be the realest the team
This how old niggas holla behind the scene
And baby Buddha, my Tree Top
Big homies don't love ya they ain't say nothin' to ya
But in real time the shit out be too tough
Gotta stay dangerous, gotta toot up
Hoppin' out two tucked doin' too much
give two fucks livin' like I can't lose much
Fuck luck, hit the bottle, now I'm up
Spread the out

what goes around, come around, nigga, nunchucks
Blow it once okay, blow it twice, you a fuck
I done took off the block
Who knows how many homies I saved from gettin' popped
Look at Slim he ain't sell rocks
I told him figure out this rap shit, you buy the block
Look at Syke800, like money
I told him that shit don't spend it all on the day
Ayy Buddha, ru' you know it ru'
We got shit in the makin', it's bomin' soon
Went from slangin' to and burglaries before school
Then finesse rap shit on Piru

Bomptown's
Ayy, nigga Bomptown's
Ayy nigga, Bomptown's
This is finest
Nigga, Bomptown's