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(Awww man, Nit Lo
yeaa
ruff music
I told
I got you man)

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

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

(Verse 2): Cash
I'm that paper man, haters be hating man
So go head and get a grip I and fell
But I'm so back (word) its a wrap
You want the bloody war heres the beast from raw
You wanna see my claws or that forty
Bull dog off, don't get crossed
By that switch blade, you bate
So I guess you was the worm, one of soldiers
you was a germ, and infant born from rotten sperm
I watched and learned sat back and blew till my eyes blead
I heard from a little birdie, that these f*ckers really wanna test me
Then gonna fire...I thought I told you clowns don't be playing around
Now its murder, death kill I ain't playing around I bet I'm laying you f*ckers

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(Verse 3): Mark
(mark will....I need my blocks back, know what I mean, I my corners)
I made it fore this is a of pain
Oozing thru verses thats why my vocals strain
Straight the soil concrete rough terrain
Was standing next to I seen him get splattered brains
But it comes to focus its hard to maintain
Dealing with killers who have no remorse of shame
Many I neal and ask god to forgive my sins
But its hard you selling drugs sitting in a 6 benz
Sleep is the cousin of death, envy's the of hate
So I keep them both and let the toast spray
My where abouts in the slums be
Cause being broke some of the softest cats
violent prone
Living close to (*****)
I thank eric b for giving me hope he was the 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 between studio
I was heavy on the block pushing slabs of
All of my real cats the five and the K
Pushing grams of white stay out the cops way
And I ain't gotta name no names real know how ya boy
a job and pushed pills on the low
Never for show and suppress all the goodies
It don't mean you a criminal you wearing 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 the peeling
Treat your dome like a roof, drop your ceiling
You don't like me and I don't 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 like you tryna get rid of all the guns, nah homie
I'm about to raise the bar homie, this time yall done went to far homie
Its gun play the fights even the realest cats cry at night
that C.O say lights out
I'm not a lifer but I had thoughts on how to get this money
And stay the hell up out of court, its a sport with true to G's
We ride for it by any means we side down to G