As we proceed, to give you what you need
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Troy ave motherfucker, bsb motherfucker
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As we proceed, to give you what you need
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New york city motherfucker, every phantom motherfuckers
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I shot ya, slip up your neck with the chopper
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Make it hard to sleep when Blocksdale butch
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I'm on nigga, shots will have you droppin to your feet
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It's beef, all my niggas delly with the heat
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Thou shall not fuck with blockas, he'll drop you
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Run upon me the wrong way and I pop you
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Old school, new school, need to learn this
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A burning nigga slow like nigga you earn this
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Resorts 'cause your actions was dumb like earness
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Hard white, on the road to riches taking large steps
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Niggas in my way, get flipped like car wrecks
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Niggas know, a brutal homicide bout to take place
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Fucking with that nigga blocka them say
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You niggas better chill, you know, stay in your place
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Chrome tuck, 9 spray all in your face
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Give no warning, just kicking the door
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Let you know it's real when I'm waving the 4
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Give me the loot, you ready to die
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See the fear in his eyes, got him hypnotized
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He want one more change then I back up the 9
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Bsb gang nigga, wassup troy
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Fuck niggas, get money and fuck hoes
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Bricks hat, hard denimm open fur
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Fuck peter, nah, not my nigga rosenberg
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Murder with a finger snap, like spoke the word
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And I'll be at the cool table with my nigga nerd
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On entice like you heard that new
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Low key I was that nigga, oh you heard that too
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Man I'm not you just fuck with me
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You know I'm purer than the aqua fina
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Keep them hoes on they toes like the balerina
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It's the murder team, who want beef with that
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It be a murder scene, wherever niggas see you at
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And I don't speak, I just creep how I'm supposed to
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On the sideline with that heat, eric spostra
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Pop the fuck up on these niggas, no toasters
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Recline em in the back of the seat, no sofa nigga
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Who shot ya
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Dead men tell no tales,
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Yellow tape, white cups, body and slug shells
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Everyday life in the hood, it's unknown
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Another nigga deceased before you get to morning
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Noony night, I'm on the bullshit
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Shit pop off, I put niggas under the pool pit
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Go, tell it on the mountain
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But tell it to police and you meet with a full clip
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Half galon of henny, 5 cent cuffs,
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11 thousand dollar bank dice game, what motherfucker
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While I kick on my leisure,
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Free time, free my nigga rhyme, streets need ya
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Rip chris wallace and riley, I see you
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Boy doing his thang, I'm going to ibiza
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Still on my geeda, base running fever
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Hottest nigga in the street, neck full of freeze
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I'm getting money, but if you owe me then pay me
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A blocka how you hanging out the window like aces
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Cold hearted boy, full limph man Troy
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Got fish scale, weighting wares out, ahoy
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Ahoy maties, captain of the ship.
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Who Shot Ya
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Troy Ave |