Yo, yo, yo, yo, aiyyo who sleeping on bleek
Wake his ass up
Im a show em all the money
And the ass I pass up
How Im N-Y deep
Who snitched to NYP (New York Police)
You bitches been dropping Ds (dimes)
Since 86 striped Lees
Dial 9-1 tips
When I spit one clip
Supposed to be killing niggaz but aint really done shit
Im loco
Tote the 4-4
Smoke Ls with duck doors
Drow flow
Blow the smoke slow
And holler fuck hoes
Its cash and money
Nines grab the green weed exactly
One shot lives and daiquiris
My gat be stashed in the dash
Mixed herbs and hash
On a cruise for cash
I might bruise some cats
Spit 2 at you dudes that act
Like you cant be touched
Front and lose your cap
I incinerate guns after bodies I caught son
Never on the run stack mail by the tons son
Yo its that Roc a Fella shit
Hoes clothes to whips
Act up and get hit
Give a fuck who you with
We them niggaz coming through
Locking down your strips
Some real niggaz that walk around with guns on their hips
I live my life now like none of yall fagots
You keep fronting like that
Im gone let one of yall have it
I keep the fours drawn
When I wake up the wars on
For the bread, butter and chips shit I go to war for em
Tinted my whip now
These cops ride dick now
Money spend now
I move work through my pen pal
Niggaz hate bleek cause I live through this shit
You niggaz keep hating cause I could deal with this shit
Im a street individual
Sold it all criminal
Weed just a minimum
Im a M-P emblem
Rock syndicate and flips in the block
You call it I lick a shot
Im street wise
Went up on my caps in size
Who getting money over here contact these guys
Let em know I set up shop to trey eight the block
With 3 niggaz 1 gun and a buck 50 to shop
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