So I'm coming down the strip with the saggin in my limp
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Checking them niggas on the block 'cause I'm tryin to stack my grip
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Dollar signs find me like the motherf*cking owner,
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Caught a couple niggas checking dice on the corner,
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Crapped up quick with my young nigga next up,
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The bank close shop and made them niggas get the vex,
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Post it on the block selling dubs,
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Smoking my lungs out, tryin to get a buss,
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Deep to the bricks, to come up on a pistol,
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Know we're riding dirty but them niggas playin' vow,
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Time to run down since a nigga wanna talk,
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Now they send the shops and they witness to see the body drop
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Gotta keep my grip in case a nigga wanna play,
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Won't be me sleeping, brought day catch a straight
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Ain't got no time for no locker no buster
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If a nigga run the best believer, I'ma bust you,
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And I'm still hangin' with the same niggas round me,
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And I'm founded 'bout the founding empires hey round,
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Bitch I'm lame game for my nigga serve bound,
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Niggas drop her name so my niggas lamed down
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From the town of the mother*cking phone
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What you want my niggas from the south
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Came in to regulate, niggas know they better hate
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F*ck that nigga smoke a sack and I pour an 8, now I'm leanin'
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Dirty sprite, I got me feanin', can't do with the crew
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Now I'm on the proof, know how I do nigga, know I'm from before
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Can't knock the hustle all my niggas from the blow.
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The Block
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| NeLL |
