(King Kirk)
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Cousin cousin cousin
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Im pissy drunkin
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How bout I smack you snuff him and buss him
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What then? Nothing, you gon' be shocked like STOP
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Your man laying there dropped other laying there shot
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Think not, what come the war burdens for certain
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You be laying with no shirt in the dirt with blood squirting
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Knocked out and stomped out with soles and timbs
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Piss in your face, wake you up, and do the whole shit again
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Smack your men for jumping in, and get our rob on
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Rock on pop gone long gone with your watch on
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When cops swarm exit on some Next shit
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You with the paramedics, we on poles doing calisthetics
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So yo get the fuck away from my car move back
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Aiyyo dudes pop the hatch
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And get those two bats for these cats that get that
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Plus I'm to' from the flo' up, know what?
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Dudes get off me chill let me go fuck that hold up
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(Conversation)
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(Chorus) x2
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Street Cinema Street Cinematics Streets in it
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Street Scenery Ballers in the street running
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(Marlon Brando)
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Street Cinema
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Street Cinematics
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Streets in it
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Street Scenery
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Ballers in the street winning
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Getting rich off the street
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Feins in the street spinning
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Many moves spent bent choc-o-la sent
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Moving more dimes a minute then sprint
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If I recall fuck em all the best way to ball
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Never stall with a hundred grand to break ya fall
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Leather glove face smacking
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Go gat waste packing
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Car burglars car jacking
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Me I'm safe cracking
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And I'm still in it for life man
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But lifes a gamble right?
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So everyday a niggas just rolling a dice man
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Credit go where credit due
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Yo niggas is nice man
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Know the game and they caught up in your "wheres my slice man?"
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Shouldnt have to say it twice man
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Sign of the rhymes
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Money and marijuana if you aint catch it the first time
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Me and mine live and shine every segment on the regbent
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Coming hard until the jeans look pregnant
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(Conversation)
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(Chorus)
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(Big Dubez)
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Marlon Brando weap concealed with three best the bill
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Aiyo Kirk tell them chill each one wanna clench the bill
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For real
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Dont safe cracking resort to face tracking
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Prints computer hacking niggas skeet through the tracking
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Rock a block packing
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Nigga stash yo ash
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Either act like you know
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Or you best go ask
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See my Lex go past give niggas the whiplash
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Class smoking grass until the whip crashed
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At last who prays to god for talents to rhyme Lord?
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Time is toured not poured like on the Concorde
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Sit back and laugh
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We made it baby shake gravy
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Catch me on 180 with the yankee Flip Avery
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You sick baby
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Cause niggas look different now
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With tighter rhymes written hell niggas is living now
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And we spitting like WOW them kids is hot I need a dub
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NIGGA we see the love rock a block beat a blood
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We be in a club
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With girls V.I.P. smoking
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Scoping now she open posing holding trojans
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This the life we got
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Girls kissing the dice
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Two keys for one rice
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Probably fixing it twice
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Kicking down bikes
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They fall like dominos
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Fifty in a row
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Rock a block with that kinda dough
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What?
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(Chorus) x4
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Yeah uhh uhh
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Y-O in the mother
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Sporty Thievz in the mother
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Rock a block
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Shot callers
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9-7 and beyond
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And you know what man?
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That shit is trash
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(Gunshots then car screeches off)
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Street Cinema
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