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

(Verse): Nit Lo
I love these streets and going hard over
Duffle bag fulla guns 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 a good mix like juice and gin
I can't I'ma win yall pretend to be killers
We at the round table your death over dinner
Nit lo is a patron sipper, mad n*gga
You talking bout that cash then I'm all in
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 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 streets heard of them brickstack hits
And how I be making all of them quick fast

(Verse 2): Fetti
I'm bout that paper man, haters be man
So go head and get a I slipped and fell
But I'm so (word) homie its a wrap
You want the bloody war the beast from bloody raw
You wanna see my claws or forty four
dog jump off, don't 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 from rotten sperm
I watched and learned sat back and blew trees my eyes blead
Plus I heard 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 down

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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 is a lifetime of pain
thru these verses thats why my vocals strain
Straight from the soil rough terrain
Was standing to rick I seen him get splattered brains
But when it to focus its hard to maintain
Dealing with who life have no remorse of shame
Many times I neal and ask god to my sins
But its hard when you selling drugs sitting in a 6
is the cousin of death, envy's the brother of hate
So I keep both close and let the toast spray
My abouts in the slums be unknown
Cause being broke make some of the cats
Become violent
Living close to (*****)
I thank eric b for me hope he was the first black president
in the door, on the waist the four in the crib with pepsi
Cutting up 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 grams of white please out the cops way
And I ain't name no names that real know how ya boy
Kept a job and pushed on the low
Never floss for show and suppress all the
It don't mean you a criminal when you a hoodie
I don't hold a grudge but how he get an with a gun charge
Moms an attorney his is a judge huh!!
The bigger the cap the bigger the
your dome 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 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, this time yall done went to far homie
Its gun the fights cause even the realest cats cry at night
that C.O say lights out
I'm not a lifer but I had felony on how to get this money
And stay the hell up out of court, its a sport true to life G's
We ride for it by any means we down to ride G