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(Awww man, Nit Lo
yeaa
town music
fetti I
I got you man)

(Verse): Nit Lo
I love these and going hard over beats
Duffle bag guns moving in a G wa son
Peep how I murder the the 40 cal murder you lames
N*ggas up like the weather, under pressure never
Comfortable in my skin a good mix juice and gin
I can't lose I'ma win yall to be killers
We at the round planning your death over dinner
Nit lo is a patron sipper, mad love
You talking bout that cash I'm all in n*gga
B*tches me, homies grip up with me
I'ma warn ya if you looking for me I be on the
next to Jolie's rest in peace little jolie
Wish you did what I did OGs tried to school me
But your pops holding it down, we up in town
gripping the gun, its nit lo....one!

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Since I been on that ishhh
I've been sitting back stacking brickstack chips
In the streets they of them brickstack hits
And how I be all of them quick fast flips

(Verse 2): Fetti
I'm bout that paper man, haters be man
So go and get a grip I slipped and fell
But I'm so back (word) homie its a
You want the bloody war heres the from bloody raw
You wanna see my or that forty four
dog jump off, don't get crossed
By that switch blade, you fish
So I you was the worm, one of soldiers confirm
That you was a germ, and born from rotten sperm
I watched and learned sat back and blew trees till my blead
Plus I heard from a little birdie, that these f*ckers wanna test me
Then shots gonna fire...I thought I told you clowns don't be playing
Now its murder, death kill I ain't around I bet I'm laying you down f*ckers

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(Verse 3): Mark
(mark will....I need my blocks back, what I mean, I need my corners)
I made it this is a lifetime of pain
Oozing thru these verses thats why my strain
from the soil concrete rough terrain
Was standing to rick I seen him get splattered brains
But when it to focus its hard to maintain
Dealing with killers who have no remorse of shame
times I neal and ask god to forgive my sins
But its hard when you selling drugs sitting in a 6
Sleep is the cousin of death, envy's the of hate
So I keep them both and let the toast spray
My where in the slums be unknown
Cause being broke make some of the cats
Become violent
Living conditions to (*****)
I thank eric b for giving me he was the first black president
Came in the door, on the waist the four in the with pepsi
up that white raw, in the mean time in between studio time
I was heavy on the block pushing of dimes
All of my real cats the five and the K
Pushing of white please stay out the cops way
And I ain't name no names that real know how ya boy
Kept a job and pills on the low
floss for show and suppress all the goodies
It don't mean you a criminal when you a hoodie
I hold a grudge but how he get an assault with a gun charge
Moms an attorney his pops is a huh!!
The bigger the cap the bigger the
Treat your dome a retractable roof, drop your ceiling
You like me and I don't like you
Now that we got that out the way, the is mutual
Respect close to real you don't about the slums
Put up a front like you get rid of all the guns, nah homie
I'm about to raise the bar homie, cause this time yall went to far homie
Its gun play the fights even the realest cats cry at night
When that C.O say out
I'm not a but I had felony thoughts on how to get this money
And stay the hell up out of court, its a with true to life G's
We ride for it by any means we down to ride G