Lyrics:
some dope and quit
Then you see his bitch-ass two weeks later, now he dead broke on his ass
Now you ain't got no job, bitch-ass nigga
One, get some
in the hallway with her arms crossed
Baby boy face full of applesauce
Maybe should have stayed but it ain't yo fault
Too much pressure, I peel off,
the streets, you better stay silent
Yo, spotted at The Mirage, Ghostface swarmed by groupies
Mingle amongst stars, I come in cat, invades Mars
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the trenches sellin' dope
When they get my nigga Zay out well boy we bummin' on
In the trenches too long
With a K I let it blow
Ain't no time to rock him down
(North Face)
Used to sell dope in the hood by the north gate (north gate)
Diamonds in my mouth but I'm still using Colgate (wait, wait)
I ain't never
body, we made like John Gotti
Concrete Boys, niggas know it's us
They ain't seein' what we seein'
Boat just pulled up in that double M, it was one
scare you, I can tell 'cause your shivering
Lyrics label wit an X and not a G
I say fuck the police, yo, so now they after me
I'm wanted by the law so
Do some dumb shit, dumber than join the Navy
What yo' broke ass doin' with a hundred babies?
Strap it on please, you're spreadin' STD's
throughout
the streets, you better stay silent
Yo, spotted at The Mirage, Ghostface swarmed by groupies
Mingle amongst stars, I come in cat, invades Mars
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came a long way
Yeah we don' lost a lot of niggas that was speedin down the wrong way
See these days these niggas squeeze triggas quicker than yo boys
bitch she a scammer
44ing all da checks
Zone 6 she a vet
Fuck wit all da dope boys
Like to give a nigga neck
But da bitch a opportunist
Do
till the end of time, cause it's mine
[Dirty $]
I'ma represent it I'ma make these boys know
I'ma hold it down for my dirty third coast, like a soldier
Yo yo
Sit back, toss dice in a knick trap,
Serve big crack in white T's and fitted caps,
These sick reps, this my life you just spit raps,
I been
this is Rich Boy city
And the bricks get flipped 'cause we close to the water
If ya ain't gettin' ya dope from me, nigga ya oughta
I fucked
Lik-like-like-like we always do
About this time
Ha! You know we got you open, don't front
You know the name by now
You know what we want
Come on, 7,
(feat. Juan Gotti, Baby Bash, Carolyn, Coast, Grimm, Low-G, Lucky Luciano, Powda, Quota Key, Rasheed)
[Verse 1: Juan Gotti]
Razaville Texas
the blunt, I'm trying roll up the dope
Yo, shout out to deezee on the beat, man
Shout out to my boys from the lonerboyz
Shout out to SpaceGhostPurrp
Shout out
anytime
S.F. made me, my ex still payin' me
I love the dope game but it drove your boy crazy (Made me crazy)
Six cell phones, why them boys try to raid
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
a spell, it's like magic
Turn that bully boy into a faggot
Turn that pig cop that been jockin' you right back to maggots
Turn his blue steel into plastic
Yo
sho
Califoolya, San Quinn reppin' the Moe
Yeah I run up in a party mane and rep my district (and rep my district)
And run up on yo boy like "Nigga
tell by the trumpets
Prince of Wales sent me tea, biscuits, crumpets
Jewelry cost more than the car, car cost two hundred
Get out your chair, the season
bout nothin (nothin)
Versace, Versace
I love it, Versace, the top of my Audi (Chameleon rewind that shit and drop it again)
My plug, he John Gotti
taking hit's
I go do a show and with the
Back and get yo block blitzed
Niggas call me Farrakhan
Drive-by’s only increase
White flag wavin’ dead we tappin’
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