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You see that light?
There they go right there
Little bulldog in the black hoodie
Slow down
Pull on my side
Some real bad men
It's the mafia, nigga
Speed
Game time, Blockworks
ConCreatures, 227
Where we at with it? Uh-uh
Uh-uh, let's get it
Always been the black sheep, grew up the oddball
Thuggin' on them backstreets 'til the day that my God called
With Shawn Paul ridin' dirty up 85
In Twin Charlie's, just a friendly game of dodgeball
I'm the one killed your older brother, I'm who shot Dog
And if I didn't, I'm the one who sent niggas to rob y'all
For them grits of the shine and that top dog
I never dropped no nigga name or made a cop call
Had to drop my nuts just to let 'em know I got balls
He dropped the ball, lookin' at me like it's my fault
Countin' my pockets, I wanna know what's in my vault
I let him see too much, don't know what the fuck that I thought
Might have to whack him just in case a nigga might talk
'Cause all these niggas after I tax 'em, it's just a write-off
Really gettin' to the money, don't get your life bought
Done tipped this bitch three hundred and
Told her to take the night off (What else?)
Sticks gettin' loaded, bullets gettin' wiped off (Clips)
Make a right, slow down, cut the lights off
Pull over right here, leave the engine runnin'
Niggas ain't lettin' nothin' die and they ain't killin' nothin'
Sticks gettin' loaded, bullets gettin' wiped off
Make a right, slow down, cut the lights off
I'm tired of ribbin' in your scalp, don't make me click the button
Niggas ain't lettin' nothin' die and
They ain't killin' nothin' (At all)
Killin' nothin'
Killin' nothin'
Niggas ain't lettin' nothin' die and they ain't killin' nothin'
It's so much I wanna say with so little time
Only so much I'm willin' to pay, fundamental grind
Been had a plug since a youngin with a brick of shine
Havin' the drugs with this gun is what's gon' give me time
Live by the gun, die by the same faith
I'll never catch him with the money and the bag in the same place
Crelly got paroled and indicted on the same day
He went to trial with the feds, put on his game face
Can't shake a bag with them peepers on your ass
Runnin' up in grandma crib tryna peep what's in your stash
Cheapest ticket on them slabs from my Ricans and my 'Rabs
Got these niggas in my city streets policin' with no badge (Uh)
Can't trust a soul, got me reachin' for my mag
Drug Zone 76, P.A., Fenkell to the crash
Shoot it 'til it overheat, catch a fever when I flash
Ride with it on my lap, ain't gotta beat you to the stash, nigga
Sticks gettin' loaded, bullets gettin' wiped off (Clips)
Make a right, slow down, cut the lights off
Pull over right here, leave the engine runnin'
Niggas ain't lettin' nothin' die and they ain't killin' nothin'
Sticks gettin' loaded, bullets gettin' wiped off
Make a right, slow down, cut the lights off
I'm tired of ribbin' in your scalp, don't make me click the button
Niggas ain't lettin' nothin' die and
They ain't killin' nothin' (At all)
Killin' nothin'
Killin' nothin'
Niggas ain't lettin' nothin' die and
They ain't killin' nothin' (At all)



Авторы: James Clay Jones, Adam Jay Weissman Copyright: Next Records Nyc



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