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The fuck is wrong with niggaz
You think this shit is a nigga
it ain't about murder and cocaine nigga
The is wrong wit y'all

It's Inc nigga
some Dave Bing shit
Stop it fucked up

Yo the dollar for me, I admit it the block did it
Murder came with it, nice cars and bitches
Hangin' out late, the milk-crate
But on a bad note jail time and jam nines

Can you the rhyme, feel a thug trying to shine?
On the grind, you better keep your ass in
'Cuz from the nigga, say it ain't so nigga
You was watchin' me through your nigga

Doing crimes, selling twenties for
Middle finger in the air screamin', one time
As you out, don't got the balls to speak out
Scary out, scream murder and pull the glock out

Cock it back, then your crew to relax
a deep breathe, now take six to the chest
Ten to the neck, in case you wearin' a vest
And that's the whole sixteen coppin' in

when you see Tah
Bet I'm holdin' a fifth and a clip
At any given moment to on some bullshit
Spit it sick, flowin' like and I'm way beyond flashin'

So if you see nigga, get to dashin'
I mastered the game, aim put two in you
your dame, jump back in the range
For hover dough

Rapidly gunnin' the like a calico
Let it rip, and spit a hundred more
Give you a to run, oh, you gung-ho
I hope y'all niggaz really ready my steel is heavy
And feel no petty for those in a box
Nigga it and watch, how the sun glisten on rocks

I on the blocks and hustle for scraps
But now I'm on some
Keep eyes on the cash, gimme that
they at, y'all niggaz want it
We here, let me make myself clear
Nigga we can't be touched, the y'all want

rob men that rob grown men
And be the one hustlin' the one come in
The worst niggaz back and spit for gin
'Til the day we win niggaz is gonna fall Wood Hall
Thugs who seen it all, is war
The streets ain't the no more

Niggaz came to keep the but [unverified] on the floor
Let's explore, whoever's on the draw is the law
The fuck you set rules for it's the streets
My code is the heat we all gotta eat
Take a seat and the streets get runned by thugs
Now stand up and my hustlin' niggaz rush the club

Automatic love, fingerprints, b, 38 snubb
Motherfucker, do you me?
Ronnie with a four-five that won't leave you lonely
My slugs be your homeys
Pop the glock and you know me

I was only fourteen, doin' my
cream in Jamaica Queens
Niggaz scheme for they
clean, if not, you gots to get shot

Give me the ooh-op, and let me hold down the
Fuck cops, I crack rocks on back blocks
Lace shots, at snitch niggaz, snap box
Black Child couldn't go play the children

I was too busy pumpin' up them jums in the buildin'
While most kids went to to maintain
I was in the cookin' up cocaine
The game got me, at I got sloppy

a body and shot up his house party
Time to relocate, I better transport my
Pick up all my papes and bounce out of
Catch me in Virginia, I ain't gonna never
Unless I'm dead or
And that's somethin' to nigga

Yo, it ain't but murder one
Niggaz holdin' guns and bustin' 'em
My niggaz foul son, we up the block
And leave bystanders numb and brain

Niggaz heard the shots but where they from
I squeezed off and hit his up, my aim's off
But fuck it, nigga rob the block for twelve
So I came off, if murder you want, it's murder I give

Makin' it for niggaz to live for you and your kids
No question, perfection dog
I'm through you and into the Lord I never prayed for
God knows I'm for him, bustin' at the sky

My aim's on him, my man died the blames on him
You better believe him, killin' niggaz dead for dream
By any means I'm deadin' team, destroyin' your dreams
Now hows this nigga, oh, goin' all out for the dough

Yo, I show out, fuck and get blowed out
Ugh