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it's fetty
She blowing the top like confetti
Got the surgical shit like machete
Hood up anti
Bag on my side better stand by
Bitch too high better hold

Big City

Inspectah Deck

The Movement

2003

I can't call it, cops shot the alcoholic
The fiend saw it, he got the gun, he want a dime for it
The hood life, chicks and thugs, crips and bloods

We just touched down in L.A. just like Bruins (hey, ayy)
Got a fifty in the clip, I'm times two of 'em (hey, hey)
Throwin' bowls, drop 'em off, yeah,

They Don't Really Know Bout Dro

Young Dro

Best Thang Smokin'

2006

Everything mafia growin' up Gotti G
Four fifteen's in the trunk I got a lotta beat
How could these niggaz be Dro? They don't know how to be

Dro
Niggaz

you thought I would
Call the crib, same number, same hood
It's all good
And if you don't know, now you know, nigga

Fireside is blazing bright
We

a lame hoe
I got yo bitch on my payroll
Run me my money 10s 20s 50s I don’t want no paso
Hottest young nigga I’m straight city spit heat just like a Draco

racks up
Cant talk bout wasshisname
Yea
We jus rolled em in the last wood
Big opps what im smokin on
Pink runtz you cant match us
You get smacced up
Fo

And we just don't give a fuck
Come on, ya'll want it?
(Ain't no way I'm gonna let these bitch
Ass niggas come and get me)
Horsemen nigga, Horsemen How

me the wire
Glock, 50 hot wings and fries in my rider
We pullin up to the show wit sticks I don’t advise nun of y’all niggas try me
Choppa sounding

know they ain't down with the team

It seems like nowadays spitting wack cliches done became a ritual
I quit spitting mine for money nigga and got

Bowl

It's DTB, middle finger to them old hoes
Really going up on everything, snapping like a ball toe
Got some goals and I'm sticking to the plan
I've

I done seen the prettiest of em they all demons fuck em
Excuse my french we dub em then stay scheming
Swipe on that card you need it more than he

Niggas, make me wanna do a drive-by (pew pew)
Nigga, I'm baked like a chicken pot pie
Ay, nigga, you wanna do this the easy way or the hard way
I'm gettin'

afford to dwell on trivial
Smiles when pain is akin to a well
Where slime got packs like Fetty out The mail
In D dot C dot the Planet goddammit
I will

Baddie wanna link for the night
But we ain't doing one dance
Wrist need a silencer
Wouldn't know what was on me
One flash
I'm from a hood
Where

that's holding grudges
I know some niggas that's owe me money
Probably still broke should've sold them crutches
Back in the hood with the motor running
I'm

in Manhattan Beach, she got faded hella quick
With the champagne, cocaine, molly and the scripts
But before we continue murder with the violin
Chick is

to crash out
You was hard on the gram dont fuckin cry now
No white flags round here we ain't doin that
Product of my hood the jungle is my fuckin habitat
Top

In da Club

The Singing Machine

Hip Hop/R&B, Vol. 1

2005

we don't give a fuck
It's not your birthday!

[Chorus: x2]
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami I got the X if you into

Closed Session

Defari

Neighborhood Watch

2004

hit
Don't know who to trust with my shit
I'm in this click, you in my hood you better know who you fucking with
Who you stepping with, Skandalous

A-a-and I know, And I know

Untill these dollars in my pockets fat as 10 wallets
Man I'm tryna ball until my paper stretch like Ben Wallace
I got respect,

Ya boi is worried about garnishment
I ain't with the sucker shit
Who cares if you don't like me just don't call me by my government
If I don't know u

and wiser
Nas still dropping his gems
Jay-Z 50 plus and he didn't retire
So many rhymes and I ain't a lier
I am on fire
Hood nigga, P-Town
Suburban survivor

eye, if I hit'em with that fye
You don't know me or what I'm slanging
C.T.B we'll leave you hanging, on George-Gang
No warm welcome to my hood, a M-Town