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Featuring aftamath, point blank
[aftamath]
Back in '87 started slanging in the hood
Sworn to the clique, now i'm in it for good
Me and dope, brothas hustling all the time
Steve getting his, big rob, i'm getting mine
Fools outta line, heard a blast from a steel
Triggers slapping fools and popping devils in the dome
3, 5, 4, here it comes, here it comes
I'm coming outta trunk to pull a gat on you, son
Managed to 27 and my life is still the same
Father to an offspring, dodging them coke friends
Spent 3 months in a place like sing-sing
Now i'm hitting top, jacking fake cops
That's the reason why, you know, them devils still drop
La cosa nostra, a mafioso
I'm riding at night, fool, for sleep behind a low
Devils run too, we get popped
Dodies still drop...
Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop...
Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop...
Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop...
Bodies still drop, they drop, they drop...
Cause, you see, bodies in the ground
Brothas still slaves...
Black on black crimes, we digging our own graves...
Cause, you see, bodies in the ground
Brothas still slaves...
Black on black crimes, we digging our own graves...
[point blank]
Yeah, fool, i'm back again committing a sin with the pen
Full of that gin and juice, uuuh, and that's on the fen
Bought none in 9-trizey
So say what ya mean, fool, and mean what you say
Dissing my hood could be tragic
So keep south park out your mouth, i ain't having it
Yeah, i'm from middle north and in north they don't play
You get your ass knocked off
For wearing your hat the wrong way
Point blank is in the house so give me my props
Before i start blowing tops with glocks