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

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

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Since I been on that brickstack
I've been sitting back them brickstack chips
In the they heard of them brickstack hits
And how I be making all of 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 war heres the beast from bloody raw
You wanna see my claws or that four
dog jump off, don't get crossed
By that switch blade, you bate
So I you was the worm, one of soldiers confirm
That you was a germ, and infant born from rotten
I watched and learned sat and blew trees till my eyes blead
Plus I heard a little birdie, that these f*ckers really 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 playing around I bet I'm laying you down

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(Verse 3): Mark
(mark will....I need my blocks back, what I mean, I need my corners)
I it fore this is a lifetime of pain
Oozing thru these thats why my vocals strain
Straight from the soil rough terrain
Was standing next to rick I seen him get splattered
But it comes to focus its hard to maintain
Dealing with who life have no remorse of shame
times I neal and ask god to forgive my sins
But its hard when you drugs sitting in a 6 benz
Sleep is the cousin of death, envy's the of hate
So I keep both close and let the toast spray
My abouts in the slums be unknown
Cause broke make some of the softest cats
violent prone
Living conditions to (*****)
I thank eric b for giving me he was the first black president
Came in the door, on the the four in the crib with pepsi
Cutting up that white raw, in the mean time in studio time
I was on the block pushing slabs of dimes
All of my real cats the five and the K
Pushing grams of white please out the cops way
And I ain't gotta name no names that know how ya boy
a job and pushed pills on the low
Never floss for show and suppress all the
It don't mean you a when you wearing a hoodie
I hold a grudge but how he get an assault with a gun charge
an attorney his pops is a judge huh!!
The the cap the bigger the peeling
Treat your dome like a retractable roof, drop your
You don't like me and I don't you
Now that we got out the way, the feeling is mutual
Respect close to you don't care about the slums
Put up a front you tryna get rid of all the guns, nah homie
I'm about to the bar homie, cause this time yall done 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 lifer but I had felony thoughts on how to get money
And stay the hell up out of court, its a sport with true to G's
We ride for it by any we side down to ride G