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Where my at?
Where them red and blue flags, where that at?
tell them hood rats to come up front
And let the club know smoke my blunt, Ghost
Money green, green, hood black, heart black
And let 'em see where you live, where you park at
let 'em know how you get it just squash that
Never let the beef long, go squash that
You can shoot it out or go and it up
If we was in jail I would you give your sneakers up
'Cause I'm a loyalist and I spray
44 make niggaz like crawfish
'Cause you seafood, so go on with 'em
I don't no niggaz, I don't eat with 'em
Matter fact, I'ma keep it street 'em
I like his style, I don't even speak with him
I it G from the get-go
Real go-getter and I let my shit
You don't get your shit broke
I got the hawk, you don't wanna get your broke
Yeah, uh, where my at?
Where them red and blue flags, where that at?
Where them vanillas? Where that
Where my hand man with the blicky?
Somebody tell them hood to come up front
And let the club know smoke my blunt
Bitch, ain't Gucci, this ain't Prada
This street shit I'm fuckin' with niggaz say "Nada"

Hey yo, it's gon' be another
Shocked the world with the half face cover
Clip on top of each other, now wanna listen to the Sheek
Funny I'm on the plane watchin', Him to the Greek'
thousand when I land just to listen when I speak
Bully, he in my will somewhere, he to eat
'I Get High' high P's song
That's why my on, used to be in love with Nia Long
ain't around now I'll talk 'bout Viet Cong
That's means bitches more haters on my song
But I don't go and forth, me no ping-pong
Donny at door like Avon, ding dong
Yeah, me and my E
Pop things off on your block then later we pop klikko
Hah, ain't it?
If you can paint a picture, well go 'head and pain it
Yeah, uh, my hood at?
Where them red and blue flags, where good at?
Where them vanillas? Where sticky?
Where my right hand man the blicky?
Somebody tell hood rats to come up front
And let the club I'ma smoke my blunt
Bitch, ain't Gucci, this ain't Prada
street shit I'm fuckin' with them niggaz say "Nada"

Bang like white boys in mosh pits
Hach-too on your favorite rapper, he's not shit
My catalogue is
for the prelude, one for the process
Perform with a swarm of loaded objects
Make it clearer than ring
I'm reachin' for my 'cause I hear it before it ring
I'm reachin' for my gun 'cause I it before it ring
In the hood, I'm a
Phantom that's verbal, demolition in the
Slicker the oil that you get at the masseuse
Chrome thing with the conehead in the
Addin' in the coupe, what I shoot
Get in with a axe and matches and a noose
You have no on the havoc I produce
'Til it's way too the brain matter's on your shoes
Yeah, uh, where my at?
Where them red and blue flags, where good at?
Where them vanillas? Where that
my right hand man with the blicky?
Somebody tell them rats to come up front
And let the club know I'ma smoke my
Bitch, ain't Gucci, this ain't Prada
This street shit I'm fuckin' with niggaz say "Nada"