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Intro
It's not the way to do it!
gunshots
Shut up b*tch!
Yeahhhhh boyyyyy!
You are now about to witness the strength of street knowledge.
This is serious business.
Come by boy!
Verse 1: Fresh Kid Ice
Hangin' on the corner, lookin' real sporty
Coolin' with the fellas while downin' a 40
Nothing to do, just killin' time
Sittin' on my ride with my hand on my 9
Gettin' a buzz, feelin' kinda nice
Homie dropped a 20, so we shot some dice
We played for a while, 'till my luck was out
So the girls walked by and my d*ck popped out
Rankin' on the girls hanging in the street
It's feedin' time, so hoe, come eat
Nibble on this d*ck, make me just say please
You know how it's done, like a rat does cheese
The hoe started buggin', jumped in my face
Since the boys were stressin', I had to punch her in the face
Grabbed the weave, stuffed it in her mouth
Don't fk with the Kid while I'm hangin' out!
(Interval: Marquis talking. Most of his words are indistinct.)
Verse 2: Brother Marquis
Me and my nigg*, rollin' hard
Hangin' out, the whole nine yards
I'm smokin' a fat one, takin' a 40 to the head
Watch out, fool, get shot dead
And girls clownin', cryin' and all that
But yet, still, I keep my gat
Rollin' real hard in a six-tre ('63)
Motherfkin' punk, step out my way
And all you fools in the game, you silly-ass lames
You can't fk with me; I'm wild and not tame
Like a savage beast, I'm out on the street
So, motherfker, what's up with that? You wanted beef?
Punk, you got a problem? I'll solve 'em!
I pulled his gat; his life cost him
So don't fk with me while I'm around in the back
I'm always strapped when I'm hangin' out!
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