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

(Verse): Nit Lo
I love these streets and going hard beats
Duffle bag fulla 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 mix like juice and gin
I can't lose win yall pretend to be killers
We at the round table your death over dinner
Nit lo is a sipper, mad love n*gga
You talking bout that then I'm all in n*gga
B*tches f*ck me, homies up with me
I'ma warn ya if you looking for me I be on the
Right next to Jolie's in peace little jolie
Wish you did I did when OGs tried to school me
But your pops it down, we up in ruff town
Still the gun, its nit lo....one!

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

(Verse 2): Cash
I'm bout that man, haters be hating man
So go and get a grip I slipped and fell
But I'm so (word) homie its a wrap
You want the war heres the beast from bloody raw
You wanna see my claws or forty four
Bull dog jump off, get crossed
By that switch blade, you bate
So I guess you was the worm, one of soldiers
That you was a germ, and infant born from sperm
I and learned sat back and blew trees till my eyes blead
Plus I heard from a birdie, that these f*ckers really wanna test me
shots gonna fire...I thought I told you clowns don't be playing around
Now its murder, death kill I playing 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 thats why my vocals strain
Straight from the soil concrete terrain
Was standing to rick I seen him get splattered brains
But when it comes to focus its hard to
Dealing with killers who have no remorse of shame
Many times I neal and ask god to my sins
But its hard you selling drugs sitting in a 6 benz
Sleep is the of death, envy's the brother of hate
So I keep them both and let the toast spray
My where abouts in the be unknown
being broke make some of the softest cats
Become prone
conditions close to (*****)
I thank eric b for giving me hope he was the first black
Came in the door, on the waist the four in the with pepsi
Cutting up that white raw, in the mean in between studio time
I was heavy on the block slabs of dimes
All of my real cats from the and the K
Pushing grams of white please out the cops way
And I ain't gotta name no names that real how ya boy
a job and pushed pills on the low
Never floss for show and all the goodies
It don't you a criminal when you wearing a hoodie
I don't hold a grudge but how he get an assault a gun charge
Moms an attorney his pops is a huh!!
The the cap the bigger the peeling
Treat your dome like a retractable roof, your ceiling
You don't like me and I like you
Now that we got out the way, the feeling is mutual
Respect close to real you care about the slums
Put up a front you tryna get rid of all the guns, nah homie
I'm about to raise the bar homie, cause this time yall done went to far
Its gun play the cause even the realest cats cry at night
that C.O say lights out
I'm not a but I had felony thoughts on how to get this money
And stay the up out of court, its a sport with true to life G's
We ride for it by any we side down to ride G