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Shit Got a n**a gone off
A fifth of Fayo and apple juice
Throw up a deuce Keep my hat banged
To the left and aing't scared to act a fool
So what you gone do you betta not
Speak unless spoken to cause
I bust that shit'it
Dump that Philly I could back dro
Wit a lac wit a yak gettin drunk off in it
Through the Chi like North North South South
Niggas talk shit put that work in they mouth
In the East East West West
Niggasbust back put a slug in ya chest
Cause I'm hood hood gutter gutter
Shauna got juice like a muh'fucka
Hood of the hustlas and bloodsuckas
Back in the bricks wit that good
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Fep in the spot buyin
Yak wit my balla camp
All them bitches holla'n bout is
Where them f**g dollas at
Yeeah I got them hos I got them O's
I got Air phones for those hos
And yeeah I got white phones
Got black phones I got crack weed in the floor
So get on the grind Get on some lime
Get on mine let ya mind take course
Got dip in the ride Switchin the tires
Whippin the fire 85 Chevy Sport
See if you got 16's
I will make that pliz'ay
And I'm dressed like a dope boy
Throwin up them triz'eys
East side whole Masterfield rainbow
Flight soles kinda roll where them thangs blow
Good wood not wastin that payroll
Five hos trapped boys got rapers
My size got air n**a rep that
We ride rock sells and I bet that
Car is a gutless pistol is a must b**h
Let a n**a know that his head I will bust quick
Some slum niggas know what I'm talkin bout
Lil rob filling hos in the parking lot
Gimme head while I'm bustin that two track
It was trill hit the fence never looked back
Big thug hit clubs in the fifth book
Dollar Boy let em know how to rip folk
If a b**h broke gotta let her slide though
2 0 represent East side ho
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Hell I'm up in the club 4 whippin up
Just throwin up pitch forks to what what
Tupac I'm a rider hoppin out
Gangsta crip disciples Yeeah
Wilin on the side of the club and dressed
In blood colors waitin on a sign to Yeeah
Pull out the gats and attack
On them boys that thought that
They thought it couldn't happen
They blastin and screamin
We aing't friends aing t no need to pretend
Shawty Split the mens
For my homey that got killed last weekend
His brains was left leakin while his body got cold
Now it's y'all life that y'all owe
Time to even the score case closed
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