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(Awww man, Nit Lo
yeaa
town music
fetti I
I got you man)

(Verse): Nit Lo
I these streets and going hard over beats
Duffle bag fulla guns in a G wa son
how I murder the game the 40 cal murder you lames
N*ggas change up like the weather, under never
Comfortable in my skin a mix like juice and gin
I can't lose win yall pretend to be killers
We at the table planning your death over dinner
Nit lo is a patron sipper, mad n*gga
You talking bout that cash then I'm all in
f*ck me, homies grip up with me
I'ma warn ya if you for me I be on the corner
Right next to rest in peace little jolie
Wish you did I did when OGs tried to school me
But your pops holding it down, we up in town
gripping the gun, its nit lo....one!

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Since I been on that brickstack
I've been sitting back them brickstack chips
In the streets they of them brickstack hits
And how I be making all of quick fast flips

(Verse 2): Fetti
I'm bout that paper man, be hating man
So go and get a grip I slipped and fell
But I'm so back (word) its a wrap
You want the bloody war heres the beast bloody raw
You wanna see my claws or that four
dog jump off, don't get crossed
By that switch blade, you fish
So I guess you was the worm, one of soldiers
That you was a germ, and infant born from sperm
I watched and learned sat back and blew trees till my eyes
I heard from a little birdie, that these f*ckers really wanna test me
Then shots gonna fire...I thought I told you clowns don't be around
Now its murder, death I ain't playing around I bet I'm laying you down f*ckers

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(Verse 3): Mark
(mark will....I my blocks back, know what I mean, I need my corners)
I made it fore this is a lifetime of
Oozing thru these verses why my vocals strain
from the soil concrete rough terrain
Was standing to rick I seen him get splattered brains
But when it comes to focus its to maintain
with killers who life have no remorse of shame
Many times I and ask god to forgive my sins
But its hard when you selling drugs in a 6 benz
Sleep is the cousin of death, envy's the brother of
So I keep them both close and let the toast
My where in the slums be unknown
Cause being broke make some of the cats
violent prone
Living close to (*****)
I thank eric b for giving me hope he was the black president
Came in the door, on the waist the in the crib with pepsi
Cutting up white raw, in the mean time in between studio time
I was heavy on the block pushing of dimes
All of my real cats from the and the K
Pushing grams of white please out the cops way
And I ain't gotta no names that real know how ya boy
Kept a job and pushed on the low
Never floss for and suppress all the goodies
It don't mean you a criminal when you a hoodie
I don't hold a grudge but how he get an with a gun charge
an attorney his pops is a judge huh!!
The bigger the cap the the peeling
Treat your dome a retractable roof, drop your ceiling
You don't like me and I like you
Now we got that out the way, the feeling is mutual
Respect close to real you don't about the slums
Put up a front like you get rid of all the guns, nah homie
I'm about to raise the bar homie, cause time yall done went to far homie
Its gun play the cause even the realest cats cry at night
When that C.O say out
I'm not a lifer but I had felony on how to get this money
And stay the hell up out of court, its a sport with true to G's
We ride for it by any means we down to ride G