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

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

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Since I been on that brickstack
been sitting back stacking them brickstack chips
In the streets they heard of them 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 bloody war heres the beast bloody raw
You see my claws or that forty four
Bull dog jump off, get crossed
By that switch blade, you fish
So I guess you was the worm, one of confirm
That you was a germ, and born from rotten sperm
I watched and learned sat back and blew trees my eyes blead
Plus I heard from a little birdie, these f*ckers really wanna test me
Then shots gonna fire...I thought I told you don't be playing around
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 back, know what I mean, I need my corners)
I made it fore this is a of pain
Oozing thru these thats why my vocals strain
Straight from the soil concrete terrain
Was next to rick I seen him get splattered brains
But when it comes to focus its to maintain
Dealing with who life have no remorse of shame
Many I neal and ask god to forgive my sins
But its hard when you selling drugs in a 6 benz
Sleep is the cousin of death, envy's the of hate
So I keep them close and let the toast spray
My abouts in the slums be unknown
being broke make some of the softest cats
Become prone
conditions close to (*****)
I eric b for giving me hope he was the first black president
Came in the door, on the waist the four in the crib pepsi
Cutting up that white raw, in the mean time in between studio
I was on the block pushing slabs of dimes
All of my real cats the five and the K
grams of white please stay out the cops way
And I ain't gotta no names that real know how ya boy
Kept a job and pills on the low
Never floss for and suppress 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 with a gun charge
an attorney his pops is a judge huh!!
The bigger the cap the bigger the
Treat your like a retractable roof, drop your ceiling
You don't like me and I don't you
Now that we got that out the way, the feeling is
Respect close to real you don't care about the
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 cause even the realest cats cry at
When 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 to life G's
We ride for it by any we side down to ride G