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Verse 2
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 fuck police
Holla!
You keep a gun and you
bust for beef
Verse 3
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,
niggas is taught different
I'm raised off one rule,
never get caught slippin
That's why I eat, sleep,
shit with my gat
Bag up, take a piss, fuck a
bitch 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 shit
They don't know I deliver
off the beeps I get
And you snitch ass niggas
wanna peep my shit
But I'ma show you how deep
into these streets I get
Verse 4
HOOK
Ebm
[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 fuckin
with my product
That slayed shit, I'm on the grave shift
We all know fucked up
money don't pay rent
You short with my ones,
you short one thumb
You can't, come up short where
the fuck 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 nigga day by day
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