Lets get it! Fazo Land Roc Bloc L's
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I remember growing up tryin get it
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Gotta eat by any means, for that green I was with it
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But I had to humble down I learned
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Money come around now I'm tryin to raid the town
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So my clips scrape the ground
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If I'm riding round ima get that
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Petty stains I ain't with that
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Never fed in to the chit chat
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Cause these fuck niggas they'll act hard til the mac spark
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Leave em flatlined in the backyard thats a quick hit
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Scratch the hit list
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My lil niggas gone flip shit
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Don't tolerate no bitch shit
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Mossbergs that's 6'6 better duck from the bucks
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Buck after buck, 1 leave em stuck 2 leave em slumped Throw the pumps in the trunk
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Knuck if you want if he jump he a chump
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Better watch how he move if he clutch he'll dump
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I ain't worried bout em, I ain't taking no L's
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Only heard about em cause the old heads told stories about em
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And Rel just told me, Herb man fuck em up
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And that's what ima do, so if you riding, man buckle up
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You know its goin down, so the guys gone knuckle up
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We booming on the work, so on the first they come and fuck with us
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They know we got that drop, yall rocks playing double dutch
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Stepped on concrete, washed out like laundry
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Pharrow in the cut Dooski twisting up the blunt
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And Remo in the garage and grab the ozz so we can stunt
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I be getting money, keep it coming, new joints on my feet for nothing
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Bitches always staring at me, trying to get a piece of something
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And they can't get a piece of shit, still I make them eat the dick
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I'll never be a stain, and I'm always Fazo Land so ill never be a lame
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Niggas playing hard to kill, That'll never be a game cause if we catch you we doing you
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Farewells at funerals, hollow tips get to chewing you
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Let him see the light
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Ain't no time to revive he gone rest in peace tonight
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Make him fight for his life
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Pussy nigga should have never brought a knife to the fight
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Tell his moms her baby boy lost his life to a pipe
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Thats gone break her whole heart
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Have her all on the news like my bae was so smart, he should have took another route
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Then she tried to testify, so we took the mother out
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Bitch we grimy on the 9, we get reckless on the 8
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We the reason why they got all them detectives on the 8
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But we ain't snitching, so we safe
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No face, no case, The rats get the whole thang
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Cops snatch me up, I don't know shit but my whole name
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Sweep off the 8, blow one and back to the dope game
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Flip a ounce and cop a drop top whiter than cocaine
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With my doe up, the strip gone blow up like propane
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If we deep in the streets, we taking up both lanes
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John walking with the thang
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He shooting like D Gaines
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Don't get it brought to your front door
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Jamal on Muskegan posted up like Mutombo
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Thrax packs for the low, them 7's go for the honcho
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If he short, he in debt
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He don't pay and leave em wet
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Overtime in the trap, I'm tryin make this nina stretch
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If you front us for a dime, put some ether in his neck
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Maintenace man hate the block, cause we always leave a mess
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And they call us hotboyz, but we always leave em wet
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And the ops don't come outside cause they always need a vest
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I'm on the Ave. all night, so I always needa rest
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I got a couple of keys to stretch
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So my trap on D's and F's
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My niggas on they P's and Q's out here wilding squeezing Tecs
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And my bitches fiend for sex cause I leave em steaming wet
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Lets get it man Fazo Land
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Roc Bloc Vito City, be real
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Nothing, Welcome to Fazo Land the mixtape, L's
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4 Minutes Of Hell
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| Lil Herb |
