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Uh huh
Is y'all ready?
Is y'all ready??
HOOK 2X:
Holla!
If you real and you know you a G
Holla!
Deep in these streets when you pumpin that D
Holla!
Be in your hood screamin fk police
Holla!
You keep a gun and you bust for beef
Verse 1
say I'm focused now, they know that's my style
But dogg, I'm on the block with that coke and a smile
I still got the crack heads I.D.
And they know, I collect for the first and fifteenth
I still take cabs to that capsule spot
For them 31 illusions and them purple tops
And the game aint change, is taught different
I'm raised off one rule, never get caught slippin
That's why I eat, sleep, s**t with my gat
Bag up, take a pi*s, fk a b*tch with my gat
And I done sold it all from crack to marijuana
You can't deny it, I'm in hoods like Tom Warner
Beat cop, take away, I keep my s**t
They don't know I deliver off the beeps I get
And you snitch as* wanna peep my s**t
But I'ma show you how deep into these streets I get
HOOK
Verse 2
See what this game made, and *of age I came*
And you up and coming rappers know you young to this game
*I went from Marcy to Hollywood, I'm back again*
I don't need no applaud, to clap again
Let alone, no award, from rap to win
Talk drama, get yourself wrapped up in
Severe head trauma, get beat with the nine lime-a
Cut your hand off if you fkin with my product
That slayed s**t, I'm on the grave shift
We all know fked up money don't pay rent
You short with my ones, you short one thumb
You can't, come up short where the fk I'm from
We got, dues to pay, new tools to spray
Who's to say, Bleek won't make news today
You know the ooze'll spray if you refuse to pay
And I move the yae nigg* day by day
HOOK