| I’m a G about mine, while most holdin' the 9s
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| Niggas crossin' the line, I’m a leave it right in their spine
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| I regulate on these herbs, I’m sick in it with the words
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| I pitch on these curbs, I’m Iron Mike with the birds
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| Hold up! |
| Not enough manical, golden cross, Sabathical
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| Black hoodie, black pimp, here we’re nukin' 'em radical
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| Fuck around with them boys, I’m sittin' low with them toys
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| Diamonds on my wrist piece, fifty somethin' in royalties
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| Silver back of the rat and front in back of the trap
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| And front and back of the trap, forever clappin' the Mac
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| I done seen niggas get shot, I’dda bagged up in the spot
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| I don’t ran when it got hot, I don’t slept on that cock
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| Been gettin' money, imagine what I’m bout to do
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| You a bitch, name a hood that will vouch for you
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| Get popped up, find yo ass chopped in two. |
| Let’s go!
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| I’d rather be a have than a have not
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| There’s a lot of shit that I’d rather not have
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| Drama, being a nigga that the shot blast
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| Hustlin', bein' a nigga that the cops pass
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| Smokin', sayn to myself this will not last
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| Lookin' at the bottle with pills, drop the pop half
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| I put a bullet in yo body, in the top half
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| You’s a funny ass nigga, I did not laugh
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| Blood shed, tears fall, fuck the hero is the villain that we cheer for
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| Family money and weed the things that I care for
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| And it hauls the war, that I’m prepared for
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| Cold heart, black soul, I ain’t got to be drunk to whyle and let the gat go
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| Lirically, I’m on a whole 'nother plat, so
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| Talkin' to the holy ghost, but we ain’t in the chapel
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| (Imagine what I’m bout to do)
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| (You a bitch, name a hood that will vouch for you)
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| (You get popped up, find yo ass chopped in two)
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| We’ll kill you, that’s what D Block will do
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| (Been gettin' money, imagine what I’m bout to do)
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| (You a bitch, name a hood that will vouch for you)
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| We’ll kill you, that’s what D Block will do
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| Niggas land and the hammer’s off
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| Givin' cocaine out like Santa Claus
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| The fan I’m playn, Diana Ross
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| From my hood, where niggas tell you to handle yours
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| You don’t wanna be the one that they light the candle for
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| Hit 'em in the face, broad daylight, Channel 4
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| Go scientifical, think it as not typical
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| Hold then a nickle, play to killin' is not difficult
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| Gettin' money, imagine what I’m bout to do
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| We from D Block, I’ll lay a nigga out for you
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| I’m wolf, saw some what the Alfa do
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| Cut guts out, even chop a scalp or two
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| (Imagine what I’m bout to do)
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| (You a bitch, name a hood that will vouch for you)
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| (You get popped up, find yo ass chopped in two)
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| We’ll kill you, that’s what D Block will do
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| (Been gettin' money, imagine what I’m bout to do)
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| (You a bitch, name a hood that will vouch for you)
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| We’ll kill you, that’s what D Block will do |