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(verse 1)
Yo, yo, yo, yo, aiyyo who sleeping on bleek
Wake his as* up
I'm a show em all the money
And the as* I pass up
How I'm N-Y deep
Who snitched to NYP (New York Police)
You girls been dropping D's (dimes)
Since 86 striped Lees
Dial 9-1 tips
When I spit one clip
Supposed to be killing but ain't really done s**t
I'm loco
Tote the 4-4
Smoke L's with duck doors
Drow flow
Blow the smoke slow
And holler fk hoes
It's cash and money
Nines grab the green weed exactly
One shot lives and daiquiris
My gat be stashed in the dash
Mixed herbs and hash
On a cruise for cash
I might bruise some cats
Spit 2 at you dudes that act
Like you can't be touched
Front and lose your cap
I incinerate guns after bodies I caught son
Never on the run stack mail by the tons son
Chorus 2x:
Yo it's that Roc a Fella s**t
Hoes clothes to whips
Act up and get hit
Give a fk who you with
We them coming through
Locking down your strips
Some real that walk around with guns on their hips
(verse 2)
I live my life now like none of y'all f*g*ts
You keep fronting like that
I'm gone let one of y'all have it
I keep the fours drawn
When I wake up the war's on
For the bread, butter and chips s**t I go to war for em
Tinted my whip now
These cops ride d*ck now
Money spend now
I move work through my pen pal
hate bleek cause I live through this s**t
You keep hating cause I could deal with this s**t
I'm a street individual
Sold it all criminal
Weed just a minimum
I'm a M-P emblem
Rock syndicate and flips in the block
You call it I lick a shot
I'm street wise
Went up on my caps in size
Who getting money over here contact these guys
Let em know I set up shop to trey eight the block
With 3 1 gun and a buck 50 to shop
Chorus 2x