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You know we don't hits, uh uh
We classics nigga, uh huh
money, c'mon, get at me nigga

Nigga is in my blood and my genes
All the niggaz I fuck with, they bling
V.L. is my my hood, my set nigga
Uptown is the spot you get put to the test nigga

be 'bout unloadin' a Tec, nigga
You better protect your head, fuck the nigga
I run the killers guerrillas and the head busters
I grew up murderers and hustlers, you can't trust 'em

I been cut throatin' niggaz for a now
I to tapin' and whoopin' ballers
Who got of birds or chickens or ki's or bricks, whatever
Click clack! I got to it, no matter

the situation be
I'm 'bout my fetti, my dollars, my loot, my grip, my
UPT 13 and CMB
Is I represent for life and I'm H O T nigga
(4 left)

Dis bitch off the hook! Nigga never
Dis bitch of crooks, they hunt for the weak
comin' home tryin' to hit 'em a lick
Wanna bounce from a quarter ounce up to a

Dem old niggaz, them new side niggaz
Might get loaded but they do ride
They stuck in line, but right after all over
The block party jumpin' at in Magnolia

They smokin' weed, they slangin' D, sellin' ki's
While bitches shakin' they ass in the of the street
You representin'? It be M A G
Or niggaz gon' get mad and let you leave

A mine, 6th Street and Hadley
Street, Robertson and T.C.
It's on fire from the wars cause
A bunch of motherfuckers wearin' camouflage
(3 left)

Yes, nigga, look
Niggaz step down to the nasty, filthy,
Grove, Carrington, 17 you heard me?
Need them, birdies? You should see

Prices, cheaper than the average, be
We be thuggers, stunners,
Kidnap mothers, rape with no
the, hell? What is that I smell?

No, not but it's a dead body by the canal
My grill, platinum, necklace,
Rolex, platinum, Hot Boy, ask him
Blunts, we 'em, guns, we have 'em

We do not 'em unless we gon' blast 'em
My clothes, Rees, Tees,
Fo'-fo's, semi-automatic calicos, brr! Reload,
Let it be told, I'm from Holly Grove,
(2 left)

Look, look, look, plenty got diamonds in my
Two on my finger, ten around my fuckin' neck
It's a everyday that I keep my pockets fat
Got so many haters, that's why I strapped on my gat

I bust back back, yo' bitch ass flat
Trust that if you with me I dress in black
That's a fact, don't make me click up with and Brad-Brad [unverified]
You head your lose that, ain't no comin' back back, I'm you

Play with me, your people, people gon' be you
Make me pop and throw, six gon' carry you
People have no money, they can't bury you
Don't have no insurance, you be in the a week or two

Bought that insurin' yourself,
Get it how you live it nigga, when they cousin
Gun, I'ma peel it you can run cousin
Gun get hit and you get stung cousin', stung cousin
(I you got the message)