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* the on Belly has an extra verse

Yeah, it
Yo yeah I smoke weed now I give a fuck
And I also guns in case my dram pop up
It's crew I spit two at every few thugs
Fo doves blow dubs holdin snub
I hold it down my strip, nowhere
Flip two eightballs trick the dough on low
The next two O's gone
Nigga prolong
Play the studio and get my on
And sell weight on a base
My older brother kept guns on his waist in case he air the
And straight up on you fuckin crooked niggaz
Comin out ya mouth sideways like some rookie
I drink mixed wit nothing
My weed and the is somethin
What you sayin nuttin
It's Bleek, controllin these streets the heat
Reportin for my live niggaz just me WHAT

Haha is Roc-A-Fella for life
This is Roc-A-Fella for

You know it's crew love, till we die
As long as you and I keep it movin like a
We could stack dough
Niggaz can't touch what they can't real recognize real
love, Roc-A-Fella till we die
As long as you and I keep it movin like a
We stack dough sky-high
Niggaz can't touch what they feel real recognize real

Siegel]
Yo, I set up shop wit nick rocks upset rookies
Make 'em slide li'l dicks in wet pussy
Open up the whole strip, Monopoly
Dare one of ya'll to on my property
Think you get some dough for my chest?
blaow two to yo chest
Ya'll can't pass go 'cause it cost to pass
Ya'll niggaz like Baltic Ave.
Type ta land on jail can't pay your
Wanna borrow from the bank, nigga you think
I'm the one to lie to
Shit I'm the man who supply who supply who YOU
And a bunch talk money
I'm tryin to get it down for that motherfuckin boardwalk
Two-brick money new six money
Paroo trip money flew in six
Taj trips orange chips money
Long dick all in yo bitch money
Flow like the flu and spit money
Peep hotty's Roc-A-Fella route
All black mask down wit tools out
Beanie mack I'll out
I had niggaz from school pickin new routes
Then I'll run and lick a shot make 'em south
up they last name get a new spouse
Scrambled up down-payment for a new house
No matter where you go gone find ya
I'm like a nigga I'm right behind ya
I'll blow out ya brains and won't give ya no

Me and my dog
Been OG's for so
Spit raw up niggaz can smoke on
Shit I let 'em have it you faggots know my status
Fuckin with my mathematics you us savage
nine one six O, light brown
M-E-M-P-H-I-S Bleek put it

Its love, Roc-A-Fella till we die
As as you and I keep it movin, nigga

Aiyyo I pray to the God MC to me
Wit a ill ass flow and ass dough
Where it don't make no that hundreds and cents and
of dollars ice freezes my collar
Where I need a turtle-neck to my check
And a pair of isotoners to my rings
Get the signin know mack toppin them thangs
Flip twice rip that crew then I'm droppin my

Nigga it's crew