(Hook)
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And BSB we them gangsters, gangsters, gangsters
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Man all you other niggas wanksters, pranksters no thank you
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What you sellin huh?
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And BSB we them gangsters, gangsters, gangsters
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These other niggas they some wanksters, pranksters no thank you
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We ain't buying what you sellin
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(Verse 1)
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A nigga almost caught a federal charge working that federal job
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Got my foot in the door got my niggas involved
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Went 4 5 for the week then 6k for a job
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I was phoning in gills call me young Steve Jobs
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If you coming with 50 we gon' need 10 of that
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And if it's over a hundred my nigga you do the math
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And they dealing in cash so my niggas buying and cheat
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And I was fucking the stewardess my niggas flying for free
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Wish I could get more of that but I'ma leave it at that
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You crackers came from you boy
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Was trying to leave me to rot
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Federal investigations had to keep it intact
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See I was dodging them bullets like I was Neo and black
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Wish I was caught in the Matrix but I'm just stating the facts
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They have surveillance and statements and they was dating it back
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I wasn't playing with that I got the fuck out of dodge
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Told them niggas come and catch me when they placing charge
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(Hook)
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And BSB we them gangsters, gangsters, gangsters
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Man all you other niggas wanksters, pranksters no thank you
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What you sellin huh?
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And BSB we them gangsters, gangsters, gangsters
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These other niggas they some wanksters, pranksters no thank you
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We ain't buying what you sellin
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(Verse 2)
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My name Block I'm a dealer out the dope game
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And I hang with some niggas out the low game
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Me and the streets we got a special romance
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I'm on them everyday coughing like an old nigga
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Toe toes blow smoke and get dough
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Got some glocks with fully extendo
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Starts blowing through that cartridge just like playing nintendo
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Hear me clearly there's nothing that fear me
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Got a chrome tech 9 I suggest you should fear me
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Coke rise of pit , Scotty if you don't know
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Picky inside the zip , number to let you know
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And fuck a microwave I'm old school
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With the coffee pot so top doing rag through the string
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Drop a ten and talk to traitors how you cap through me
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Speak that hit the back don't get out for free
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Flip a coin to be turning your faith
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Either way fuck you that ass whiping your taste
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And don't forget to gank a bust on your face
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Straight pass, mad shells, flee pursuing no trace
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And don't forget to gank a bust in your face
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Straight pass, mad shells, flee pursuing no trace
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(Hook)
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And BSB we them gangsters, gangsters, gangsters
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Man all you other niggas wanksters, pranksters no thank you
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What you sellin huh?
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And BSB we them gangsters, gangsters, gangsters
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These other niggas they some wanksters, pranksters no thank you
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We ain't buying what you sellin
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(Verse 3)
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I'm a king on these streets reigning supreme on this bitch
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I speak the lingo of bitch when I go in they go preach
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Pass a paddle for dough digging dick for the hoes
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Money all for bitches and foes put a price on your head and get sow
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Bought my hood to the world Troy Ave in this bitch
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Bought my rollie with pearl facing this briss
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Say it's hot on the lips turn the paper or bricks
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Heavy weight on my belts made by Louie and Fen
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But my pants still sag 'cause in my pockets is plenty
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I protected with sammy all the madic extendi
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You be chip to a clip make the movie the emmy
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How he pounding in the motherfucker oh MJ
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Heaven For A Gangsta (Freestyle)
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| Troy Ave |
