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Yeah, yeah, yeah,
October 18th '74, the year I was
A nigga ready for war
It's in my blood to get the 'fetty for
I was cursed birth to get the patties slanging faggats are raw

And I'm the advocate, crack head, in '86 we started having
Rock it and cook it to cut the baggin' is, crack-ages
For my cousin, making off a note
But I refused to go broke, my family slang dope

And my big sister was a richer 'cuz she always fucked
Around with the big
I watched break keys in sinks with jackhammers and ginsus
Throw me for tennis shoes

I been a since high school with latest clothes and them jewels
Had me paper chasing, I didn't school
I a quarter ounce in the ooze
Got a crew, hit the block, hustling like the real niggaz do

I'm in the shoes of Phoenix Mitchell
And Little D, I'm niggaz from my projects I listened to
I it real with my interviews
I was broke as and sleeping on the floor in the village dude

I'm just a wise G, why chronic D, finer weed
Thick as quarter peak, I a dynasty?
So a pistol whip and rob
What goes around, comes around 'cuz I end up getting nigga

But got love not, my don't stop, I pop bubbly
the whole block locked, I live lovely
And my father was a black gorilla crack dealer
With the house on 'Icula, made for realla

That's why I say it's in my 'cuz my father was a thug
the Columbian blood, flood the block with drugs nigga
We slang of coca with glocks up in the hosta'
La Costra Nostra