| It’s the kid bitch niggas know what’s happenin'
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| Nigga play with me, then them guns get the clappin'
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| Semi-automatic and the fullies too
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| I must know the game, see I’m a bully fool
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| Streets on lock, yea I’m a block boy
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| I represent it from the top to the block boy
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| I hold it down for my niggas locked in them cells
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| Side like the ground, my niggas won’t tell
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| Three time felons, nigga no bail
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| Ain’t coming home, my niggas going through hell
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| So I send them mail put dollars on they books
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| I do this shit for ya’ll, you hear it in the hook
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| Real nigga in you’re face, bitch nigga look
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| I lost a real nigga that them bitch niggas took
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| I leave a nigga shook
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| For playing with mine
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| Everywhere I go, I’m staying with mine
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| I do this for my niggas locked in the box boy
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| I represent it from the top to the block boy
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| All my niggas out there on them blocks boy
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| Ey, trying to duck and dodge the cops boy
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| This for my niggas out there still hustling
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| All my niggas out there that’s really thuged up
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| Fake ass niggas, ain’t moving nothing
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| Just running they mouth, a whole lot of bluffing
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| I fuck with real niggas like Fin, Rob, and Rell
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| And my nigga Tae Tae fresh out of jail
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| Mone doing 10, Mane took 4, and I ain’t seen lil Dame since 04'
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| Dope game like the rap game if you ain’t know
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| A lot of fake niggas in the way selling soap
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| So I aim for the throat, show them how I feel
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| Choke a bitch nigga out and beat him with the steel
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| Always keep it real, until my cask close
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| And keep my eyes open when I blast the 4's
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| Keep it 100, show you niggas love
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| Cause' they was around before these other niggas was
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| I do this for my niggas locked in the box boy
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| I represent it from the top to the block boy
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| All my niggas out there on them blocks boy
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| Ey, trying to duck and dodge the cops boy
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| These fuck niggas ain’t been to the hood before
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| Keep talking that shit, but I already know
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| I’m from the hottest turf, in the fucking East
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| A kill zone the police scared of my street
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| They don’t come down there without they pistols drawn
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| But my niggas ain’t worried bout them pistols, don’t
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| Cause' my niggas out there, with they pistols on
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| And they going be out there until they piss them zones, ey
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| So square niggas better get it right
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| Get up on the mic and wanna start a fake life
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| Young Philthy Rich, yea I really get that cake right
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| Been out, seen all day, I’m finna pull an all night
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| Me I’m all right
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| While you other niggas all wrong
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| Real Town business, the fake niggas all gone
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| Yea we done moved on, in a real back
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| No baking soda, the shits real crack
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| I do this for my niggas locked in the box boy
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| I represent it from the top to the block boy
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| All my niggas out there on them blocks boy
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| Ey, trying to duck and dodge the cops boy
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| Chea nigga, real Town bidness at it’s mother fucking finnest, Sem City,
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| Philthy mother fucking Rich, Funk or Die nigga, Yea Stretch what up nigga,
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| feel me, good looking on this one mane, got the fake niggas out the circle
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| mane, feel me, real niggas do real things, Livewire nigga, chea |