| HBO
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| Hill Block Original
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| Yeah
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| Two two seven
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| Sig Sauer boys
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| It’s Boldy Blocks
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| Uh huh, drug zone seven, six, neighbor gang
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| Don’t go to the playground
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| ConCreatures
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| Wiseman
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| Bronze
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| Willie the Kid
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| I’m from Detroit so I represent
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| For my ConCreatures
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| We’re a force to be reckoned with
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| Come up shorter than a midget
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| On his knees
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| No weave, but the 40 got extensions
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| Long as them pigeon toed project bitches with the bowed legs who old men is
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| locked up in prison
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| Or he either got laid out
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| Who sell dope, do hair, and babysit out of the same house
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| So the police don’t know when to raid
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| O.T. |
| on the low, keep getting paid
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| In full
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| Plus she got crazy pull
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| She know every drug lord in the whole entire neighborhood
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| Bitch touching real chips
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| Quick to let me know if it’s straight up
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| Or some stepped on bullshit
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| My full metal jacket
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| I’m Mr. Goodwrench
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| Let’s get ratchet, but don’t forget the good sense
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| So I pull up in the beamer right
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| Fresh off my flight on a rainy night
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| Had the Agassi’s on
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| It’s sirens
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| Blue and red lights at the nightclub
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| It’s drizzling
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| Welcome back to Michigan
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| Cherie, she running up
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| Tapped my window
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| I had my little brother with me
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| Looking like she’s crying when I rolled it down
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| She simply
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| Told me Little Jay from around the way
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| Got into it in the club, with some niggas
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| Over nothing
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| Started busting
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| Fucking up packs
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| He used to do that
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| A fool as nigga
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| Talking too much
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| Switching up cliques
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| I mean it figures
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| Little niggas pulling out guns
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| What you said on the Facebook?
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| Proud to be a crook where I’m from
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| Shit it’s never fair
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| Shake or be shook
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| Put a rose on your grave
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| Or some cash on your books
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| I’d rather get fly
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| Count money with a bitch
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| She get high
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| While I sip the Remy
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| Weed smoke in the sky
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| I tapped my brother like
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| 'See Cherie talking about your man
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| Lil niggas got it fucked up
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| It’s real, but understand
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| All it takes is one bullet
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| Weak niggas scared enough to pull it
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| Don’t be somewhere, you probably shouldn’t.'
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| It’s real
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| The land of the brave
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| The home of the gritty
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| Ain’t nothing fair when you’re living in the city
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| Willie the Kid nigga
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| Boldy James
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| Two Two Seven
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| ConCreatures
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| The Embassy
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| Yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ain't Nothing , by - BOLDY JAMES. Song from the album The Living Daylights, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп