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controlling the sums
Supplied the work in the northeast to Louis Vuitton
Had twin cousins in VA named Dolce and Gabbana
Pure live wires played with tons

She gon' turn into a gremlin just to make it to the D
No, I ain't picking up that bitch, her nigga drop her off to me
She better have a ride, no she

to the streets, I can't let these crackers kill me
Keep it low-key, cause I can't let you know the real me

Smoke it heavy, it keep me up by my feelings
If I can't

the way my mind spinnin', if opposition chop limbs
Not only did niggas go clone me, my alter ego got twins
You come to my town, see spooky signs,

6 Minutes

Lil Wayne

The Best of the Block

Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Ayo Wheezy let's get

Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Ayo Wheezy let's get

to walk on my own
Shawty' said that I'm grown
Can't fuck with you cause you was fucking with bro
Streets can have you back you a hoe
Nigga a airhead, nigga

Gotta hit the streets and get yo rank up if you want respect
I caught some cases did some time and came home right back on they neck
And if it's

with this 38 revolver
Put her legs behind her head make her tap out Ronda Rousey
Back to the streets
I'ma pipe and send her home, send her back where she

twin he turned a opp on me
Fill up the crib with hella sticks they got the drop on me
Niggas did the shit they did the shit gon' stop on me
I ran it up

chrome
My choice too jump down in these streets
My choice drop 1500 on my feet
You kno I had too get Stro on da beat
Daaviatorz nigga we taking these

Red rum we just got his drop we spin his block until the feds come
Dunk on every opp like Shaq might get a deal might sign with and 1
No I don't

smoking dollies, with Smokepurpp
Graduated from the streets, look
I did all my homework
I'm in a 911, twin turbo
Got me in first class, sippin' merlo
Whole

niggas go by gang we ain't got no names
All my niggas go by gang and we twins too
I don't got to say a word and they come get you
Get in anybody way that's

something nice twice provided by a junkie
For the beats hit repeat when you listen let the streets speak

I got a dark past with a bright future
My dungeon

and Bizarre hate each other
Fuck you
Fuck Low Key
Fuck that nigga
Talking 'bout he battled me and beat me
Fuck you
And when I see you on the streets
I'm in your

Nothin' but money on my mind, mmm (Takeoff)

12 comin' to raid the spot, clear it out (12)
Got the drop from one of your thots, she showed the spot

off the hidden vine
Sand hills like sandstone of a stone mason from a distant land
Ema pop and ahki out top riding down out by the Kingstree
Cried

Tellin' lies wit' the stamp and try
To give me the wrap
I'm in the street wit' it
You really won't be exact
Not a good gang member
The members'll probably

Cause New York City streets
Got my rims cracking
My fame got long lost kin asking
I gotta conquer and win passion
Twin Benz matching

(I'm high, man, I'm

We took the handmade link routes
Two vandals, twin calicos with pearl handles
Donuts, middle of street, in pink Lambos
Passenger seat, glanced at her

this paper and stick give you cancer
He not the type to throw paper at dancers
Slide by, I'm not a capper
Streets so cold but the pole make it summer

M&M's
Got them chocolate drop eyes
Every time she walking by me she be dropping my eyes
Down low down low, she drop it low
Yeah she Glowy like my final

Got your nerves going bad pulling up on twenty twins...
Welcome to LA
Where the sun is shining
The street's so cold
LA I rather spend my time LA