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Producer 9-0 verse

I wonder about the hypocrisy/just a kid wanna play monopoly
Racially profiled and destined to be piled/driven in with a pile

tryna
Sprint towards that trunk, fool!
Shelter families from the blast
Get down! Load the heater
I got one thousand rounds
So much gun powder, I

a base drum
Run up on me, get your face done
Tote the forty like a paint gun
Wrist frozen like a penguin, hold up, bitch
We got it A1 ah, I got the sauce
I

crack
By seventeen
Eighteenth street where I played that
Nineteen - on the corner with
Twenty in they straps
Playing with my money like
Playing with my

a pencil?)
Tracing my image like it is a stencil , I don't know, I don't get you
Toting my gun because I do not trust him, I do not give a damn fuck them (FUCK

in there own blood
Poor out 40s blaze up a dub
When your showing your homies love
Heavy influence by thugs
Leads to distribution of drugs
When they

on demand, I supply it
You know the coke ain't diet

Your nose to the gun then buss, lean, lean with a gun like Russ
No one ain't dying, they lying on us,

wanna jump him

Put him in the spot,

now watch 40 Dayton niggas stomp him

I play for more then keeps

so if we beef, then bitch don't sleep

'cause I

the Alpha/ scary movies ain't shit to a monsta/ I can tell u a bitch by ya posture/ Captain of my team n ya bitch made the roster/ she like chips, so the bitch

the fit and boy I'm athletic you'll only be out for a bit
Like Nigga don't run don't trip
You'll get dismissed by this shit coming off of the hip
And if I

you want to come start shit, just know 
I wont end this, I be in this.
Wonderful as missed by inches.
Remember days on the radio that don't get my

be militant
No refs, free life we living it
Caught up in the game still
Here We been in it
40 cal underneath the suit like a gentleman
One more time

ever thought I'd make the age of forty?
After Pain & Glory
I was still hidin' work and
Guns in a jean drawer (Woo)
Ironically, I was cookin'
Was servin'

up on his bitch no cuffs uhuh
Put my dick inside her mouth I bust uhuh
Said smoke so I rolled him in a Dutch uhuh
Keep the 40 and a glizzy hot lunch

picking ourselves up
I'm keeping that 40 up under my belt tucked
I'll fucking unload it, reload it, I'm toting that pole, man, I'll send you to hell, bruh

it, yeah, we came for it

And by the way, I'm feeling torn
We're miles apart and I can't cry anymore
You start a war, hope you're ready to fly
'Cause we

Bring It On

Too Much Trouble

Players Choice

1993

change quick, a 40 of holy water

	Bring it on, huh, bring it on, yeah (Repeat 2x)
	Bring it oooooooooooooon!

	DMG bring it on
[DMG]
I've been

loud and clear
Ain't nothing but dope fiends
Bums and red rum you ain't got a gun
Better run when them niggas come
Swear to God I wake up every morning

the world
and have more wine bottles
Left by bitchy girls
when bitchy I mean fresh
Cocoa cobana dress, smell like Friday Night, act like Mennonite
cct like

play
I kinda felt like Trae Young
40 charged up, it'll zap you like a ray gun
Pockets speak facts or I could
Switch to the punchlines
It's 2: 01 PM

Stashed under the sole of the sneaker
Smoke the budder same color as The Weeknd uh

Told the driver Lenny swing me by the
Garden I gotta talk to Pat
Hit him

with a thunder, uh
We might just wait for the come up, please don't try to run up
Them niggas get done up (bang)
I'm in the club and I sip forty deuce

and some other 3 monkeys. I saw it on the cams I went to the police. In the mean time random sla ve tried to shoot Lil Nigler with a water gun but three

the Foxes handle the switches when they creep, nigga
I make forty-six thousand in two shows 
And I counted by my hand, 'cause I like my money real neat
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