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sippin on a daily basis
Quick to hop by on your block and wreck faces
Slammin door's open spaces looking good standing tall
Beatin Down ya block knockin
the ladies that got dick on they mind
From the windy city down to the dirty south
Like Luda you know I beat that shit by the (word of mouf)
I sold 350
And I be lovin' all the ladies that got dick on they mind
From the windy city down to the dirty south
Like Luda you know I beat that shit by the (word
froze

Grip O's
Roc-a-Fella pitbull snatch every bitch on ya block
Why'all prick need to back up off me
Keep ya distance, cause my smithin on seveice
doubt)
Nigga, Bloodline, D-Block; two of the best
Hang the Double are chain from the side of the car

Drive by and put your brains on the side
Ruff ryders ("they're back!")

This is what you're tellin' me, okay
It all comes down to this huh? okay
This is what you fuckin' tellin' me?
[DMX]
This is what you're tellin me, okay
It all comes down to this huh? Okay
This is what you fuckin tellin me?
That this is it? Okay
the shop down on purpose, work this
Four-fifth like I'm runin' for prez
I peel lead have you runin' from shots
Go tell ya block ya block start wit the kid
in they books
Cause they see a nigga balling off the birds that I cooked
As the years went by still survival of the fittest
Now I'm riding in
of the dope fiends plus
Give 'em a square mile by blocks and I'm creamed up
Took the bullet out of Obie head, put it in my pistol
And use it, ammunition
fulla drank
Beatin' up the block in the dark blue tank
Bullet proof vest on my chest for the cause
Diggin' in my draws for dem muthafuckin' laws
pitbulls and pigeons
Put the hustle down steady for the summer
I'm ready way tighter, got two birds and a rider

But I'm out for mo nigga can't get
go
When my funds turn legit I'm gonna let you know
Ridin rims real good down Old National
It's trappable, two bed, Jacuzzi bath, it's natural
And he's gotta pitbull dog
And it's sitting on my chin like a frog on a log
I throw a bone to try to distract
'cause I'm wanting my chinny-chin-chin back
got a pocket of old dirty dollar bills
He buys his boys a round, they toast it up, they shoot it down
They're gettin' stared at by some off duty cops
of the dope fiends plus
Give 'em a square mile by blocks and I'm creamed up
Took the bullet out of Obie head, put it in my pistol
And use it, ammunition
to me
Regardless how it go down I still get ten a ki
Beware of my enemies, y'all remember me
Nike's with the low goose on and I've been a beast

Wildin'
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Crest side dough

Call me that dope track native
The chopper I gots to fade it
When jectors they hit your block
through songs and shit
On me, that's on me
Raise up, nigga, you are not the homie
Bitch I’m well-connected from my section down to Long Beach
Fumblin'
the reason why your girl, keep jocking me
Got too many hands, pulling on Big Moe
But ain't too many hands, that Big Moe get thoed
See I was born, all by
through the math I subtract them 
You hear no laughter, QBC the thug factor 
You niggaz ain't worth the punch, back snatch ya 
Pitbull attack ya,
On and on and on and on and on and on and
Over the backs of the lines as we growl, mutherfucker

We are livin' in the last motherfuckin' days
This is Revelations
If it don't go down now
blocks
Dunk your head in Clorox, use your dreads for my floor mop

Gay or straight, my Papermate'll do a date rape
Zee can't wait, I'll go Great Bank
Been in your hood, niggaz ain't that gangsta
Yeah y'all overrated, so we gonna do it or not?
Or we can go to Iraq on M.U. block
I have my pitbulls
{Chorus} x2 

You ain't heard the last of me 
Got niggaz down on my team that will blast for me
I'm that  sound in the dark
That brings  a chill