*featuring Cadillac, Stone
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[Baby]
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Baller Blockin'
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Nigga I don't give a fuck
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When it's on, it's on
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We got Baby, Lac and Stone
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In this bitch
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I'm a neighborhood superstar
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I'll cook anything from a ki of coke
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To a gram of that boyd
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Niggas scoring glocks
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Like brand new Hot Boy Reeboks
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On my blocks stepping 'em up
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With grams and rocks
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If anything been scoring from me
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It was ten a ki
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I let my l'il round hustle
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As long as they score for me
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[Lac]
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Look if I pull up on the block
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Knowing the set was mine
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No more hand-to-hand contact
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I'm known for supplying
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Since I opened up this set 'chere
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This how it's gon' be
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Ain't nobody selling shit nigga
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Unless it's for me
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[Baby]
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All I know is crack slanging and block hanging
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On the corner [in] front the store
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Doing my thang
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These niggas know my game
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How I do my thang
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Water whip I can't do
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But whole thangs I slang
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[Lac]
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Now I'ma pay all my foot soldiers
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And tell 'em stay focused
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And front all the street hustlers
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And keeping 'em posted
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That white and that blue car
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We call 'em the law
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And the dirt that my niggas do
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Is done in the dark
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[Baby]
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Got l'il whodie running water
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And we 'bout to cook these quarters
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The twenty under the seat
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For my son and my daughter
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The water hot enough
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Start cooking these quarters
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These niggas want it hard
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And I understand
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[Lac]
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If I pull up dressed in all black
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With a boot in my mouth
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Cause a nigga didn't pay 'Lac
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And I know that he sold out
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Put something in my street sweeper
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And run in his house
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Knock a hole up out his pa chest
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And a tongue out his ma mouth
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[Baby]
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A ki stashed up
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And I'm gettin' 'em all
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I got a stash put up
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For the drought in the fall
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[Stone]
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Hot Boys vacating the pop
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Talk can back shit up
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The Feds call my 'hood a Payday
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Cuz it's packed with nuts
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Ghetto rich money stashed
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In the mansions bruh
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I got them kis
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Ten a ki from Fresh and Atrice bruh
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[Baby]
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I know niggas think bad
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Cause the people ride fast
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I got 5 strikes
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I'm going out with a blast
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Cash in your life nigga
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When you playing with me
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I'll give you work
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Break ya off ya face B.G.
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[Lac]
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Cadillac's the name I run with
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So call me Seville
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Push a platinum Escalade truck
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With 20 inch wheels
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Now the Jag you saw me driving
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That's for everyday stuntin'
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Loud pipes, big rims
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So you can see when I'm coming
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[Baby]
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I don't give a fuck nigga
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Ain't no rules in the streets
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You know money come first
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The other bullshit weak
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I don't wanna hear no stories
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About my cheese
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You violate nigga
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Your family gon' grieve
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[Stone]
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Headbuster Alva Stone
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Ya heard me dog
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And everytime ya heard my name
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It was a murder involved
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I just rap to clear my name
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And smuggle bundles of that raw
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Always rap so what you lames
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Suburb and that car
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[Lac]
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Saratoga and I ride
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I represent to the fullest
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Ain't nobody pulling strangs here
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Unless that I pull it
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If a nigga put a hit out
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Believe that I took it
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In the cost Bible murders
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Was ODing and bullets
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[Baby]
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All i know is gun slanging and head banging
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Too many disrespected
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And lived to sang it
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Drop change like a motherfucker
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Fuck them niggas
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If a nigga outta line
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Motherfuck that nigga
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[Stone]
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Type of nigga who'll bat a bitch
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And then wait on her pa
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Type of nigga who'll do a snitch
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Broad day in the park
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I'm one of them niggas that don't bring it
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Still buy up the bulk
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Like Rob Deniero, Rob Banks
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And bang out with the law
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[Lac]
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Look here I come from the projects
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And the ghetto streets
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I'm cooking up whole thangs
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'Till they hard like concrete
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I fronted the O.G.s
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A bag of that olzes
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For niggas that don't know
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I got something whodie
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[Baby]
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The same ol' nigga
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Just a different game
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Fuck bitches, tote heat
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Things never gon' change
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I'm the number one stunna
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Nigga, Baby's the name
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I like cooking crack
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And watch how quick it come back
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[Stone]
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I rock a oyster-faced Roley
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With the crust out bang
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Ice cover the wrist whodie
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Like I sprung my hand
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I sport Prowlers, whips
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With the T.V.s playing
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Iceberg, Prada dick
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