| I’m a bad block crook out hurr runnin wild
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| Bout to run up on your ass Tommy gun style
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| Call me One-eyed Willy since I sleep with my clothes
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| Make money with my partners as I murder my foes
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| In all black clothes like the Grim Reaper
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| Its G.I.B. |
| and I’m my brother’s keeper
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| will chop his fingers with an axe
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| These trick-ass cowards should be wearin tampax
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| What ya think this is, huh, a Lifetime story
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| Man I’m knockin cowards off of my riders before me Lay it down muthafucka and quit bumpin your gums,
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| Aint no peace in the slums just bums and crumbs
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| Police say G.I.B. |
| is a game
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| But we hooded up doin our family thing
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| Straight up hang and swang in the city of?
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| Increasin my change to an impeccable range
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| That you can’t reach, if you listen I’ll teach
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| Of course I’m a beast on them tracks I release
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| Whether East or West, I envision a check
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| That my show pay, I’m a predator, hey
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| So where’s my prey 'cause it’s possible for me to be poppin today
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| I’ll keep rockin the? |
| in the home of your place
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| Bet you won’t wanna stay
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| Keep the chrome in your face
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| Betta watch what you say, hey
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| I’m?
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| Disturbin the streets
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| Money’s my mission but the way I live aint no guarantees
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| Just visions of casualties, sworn to municipalities
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| Got 'em after me 'cause a coward chose to speak on how I eat
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| But I don’t play when it comes to my meat
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| Like the? |
| brothers, leave 'em layin between the sheets
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| See we Get It Boyz, so we roll with the heat
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| If money got a problem, tell him he gon’get beat
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| I’ll put you lames in the place where you’re eternally restin
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| And for that player-hatin testin, you gon’meet the Smith and Wesson
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| 'cause these bad block niggas take no prisoners at war times
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| Respect mine, I’ll have Guerrillas kickin in your door time
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| We’re deep with the artillery, impose on your spot
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| Plenty G’s plus a silly G to get your ass-knot
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| Ridin in a minivan, contraband in my hand
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| Find these buzzards, split their wig, that is my master plan
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| I don’t start it but I finish it a true gun blazer
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| OGM and H-man, them some true hell raisers
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| From the WMPG, Northside? |
| street
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| Stay equipped with the heat, so we can take it to the street, bitch niggas |