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[Chorus:
falling from the sky
Boys in all those
Lil' folks
We side, for life
Candy on my '4, I'm so

1: SPM]
It feel good back to the hood
I'm to make up for all the dope I cook
And for all the dope I woop
Remember my gun? I almost shot my foot
by crackheads, I would wonder?
Will a nigga ever make it out gutter?
Cops would come, all of us run
There was nine of us, they catch one
Good old days, I wont
While I write on this laptop in jet
With the Records President
And say everything I do
I'm the mexican
Aint no love and no peace, bro
My 12 shotty will make
Your chest like a pizza
Things I do, I'm a goddamn
I'm puttin seventeen dancers all through school

[Verse 2:
And you can me in a parkin lot
a drop, hop in the X5
my, SUV, yes ma
Next time I up and
Some of that old crazy
I will roll down my and got
Seven for the radius
its the attention that I'm gettin
When spinnin, or maybe
It's the liqour I'm sippin
And got me like
I be taken lightly
Cause I been poppin
So you gon' like me
I might distributing
Put you on my
Supply with a
But you move it till I say so
Make sure you dont
No out from under me
I'm the type of player
Thats gonna run up in company
Dont trust me, I never sober
Usually I'm gone off for
Pink or Purple
You move over
I'm not far from
Los and Coast's the
But still that diet aint no him

[Verse 3:
I dont give a fuck,
We some hustlaz, friends we was
Now I once blood, on my six
Thats somethin that a do
I'll bet you squat everytime
Everytime you piss out
Tomahawk, show these your tattoo
we bang screw, Erykah Badu
Knock knock, pop on the boulevarde
How the fuck you act like you pussies hard?
Once again, S-P Man, true
talkin bitch, show me what to do nigga
Representer, bow you enter
Theres a reward for a man that can my temper
Sick and tired of you bitches
Send you to hell and you can me long distance
Dont't run your homeboy, you aint deep enough
Get on your phone and go and call some people up