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Lil'

Raised on a strip here brotha hill
guns pop and cops get killed
This is the place paranoya
Destroyin' cash cases mo' try to flash they lawyers
We're it
Four and knives we be movin' wit
up in the things that the street game confused you wit
We're it
Let it be if retaliation
- it's on
That rap nigga bust a cap nigga nigga
Open up back nigga Rosewood black nigga
First family brawl
It's president's resident, and I'm the dog
You know the M.O.P
In the history of crime and rap we the baddest
to the mommy
Any try me
Get hit wit the
cuminana

Chorus - and Lil' Fame: 2X

It's a 4 blaze
Everybody post up next to the
on
You're all welcome to roadway
family style
Buck ass
ya say

Billy

Get ya man on the jack
Grip your mac
FAMILY
We're back
And we have swam through the Brownsville
The on the line of our kind CRIME DO'ERS
MOB STYLE
Spit fire from my like I wasn't God's child
Crucify me - but don't me
Or get bitch you couldn't slip nothin' by me
Try me and I'll pop like I'm supposed to
I'm from the field where the covers are
I've noticed a few niggas wantin' my
Used my smarts and my all are firin' lead (Fire ya lead)
With all intentions of droppin' a
I'm usually nervous so I'm flinchin' when I enter the
THE NECTAR
bullshit
Just when you thought it was safe I and hit 'em wit more shit

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Introducin' the best secret
It's no sweet I sleep wit green beret
enemies frequent
I speak wit
(Black) Perhaps through to be
Cap blazed till it's quiet and orderly
The gunsmoke make son
The smoke run the barrel until the gun choke
Raised cold-hearted and
Survive wit a nickel-plated and jewels old-timer done fed me
my grip steady
Squeeze till drop off
sure all other guns are popped off as heavy
Blowin some shit
Through your
whatever was in my way easy to di-tect
I guys
Over money gone Saratoga son be in a Columbian
We respects by
Half-ass
Blast
Gas who won't blast
The die

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Just when you it was safe
The mad shell posse hit you off wit another
Uh (Uh) Uh (Uh) Uh (Uh ) Uh (Uh)
Yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah)

Yeah, uh-huh, the fuck
Two asked for bastards to step to
wounds too drastic for rescue
When I rock it ain't to impress you
What the niggas commentin on my shit fo'
I'm real - how you I got rich ho?
Pack steel - ain't to let a clip go
I got enough to get low
Come back when the shit blow over get the over
Huh wit the Rover the gat from the clip holder
Rip ya shoulder bitch it's Jay-hovah
I'm too wit it, too tight wit it
You light witted but if you're feel ya nice spit it
Who am I?
MOTHAFUCKA
Do or die
IN BROWNSVILLE
Blocka, rocka, M.O.P
Front on us and gats ya know?

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