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GGB (feat. 78xCapo)

by Hood$osa

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Yea Sos This was how it supposed to be, niggas can't get close to me I can't trust a soul but boy, I know there ain't no hoe in me If I get up close, I guarantee I'll let off both of these Showing me the real you and it's showing what you supposed to be Keep my fye real close to me, need it just to go to sleep Niggas only demon, on the weekend we exposing em At the club they notice me, all black like I'm Jodeci If you want that smoke we bring it to em, let em know it's me Big ol' 556 we came to Blick, we putting niggas up Keep a couple sticks up in the whip, nah they ain't parking us Walk down on him, startle them, who he think he harder than Bullet started ripping through his chest, take out his heart and head He don't mean what he's saying, dissing in them fucking raps If you did it, double back, cause if not then we callin cap How you still ain't get back for your brother, put him in a pack Now we in the summer, up by three, I know he keeping track Fa Fa Fa, niggas dying, we ain't playing about them bodies Niggas capping and they raps, but aint spin and get a body I'll call Smooth to make a mess, there ain't no question I know he got me Moo was chilling on them steps, you should've seen the way they got em Fa Fa Fa, told my gang, it ain't no stopping at them lights Go straight, keep a pace, cause the only way is right It's a war out here in Philly, you gotta always keep your pipe And don't be loafing with them bitches, that's how Shhh lost his life And that's on gang, we be sliding, ARPs and automatics If it's smoke, then we only selling p's and we taxing Smoking opps up out the wood, this some za, we can match em Opps drop a diss, but they always innocent when we catch em I thought he had a gun, but them niggas pole-less when we stretch em Why he try to run, never made it home, they change the schedule I was on the run, still selling crack and had the metal The opps always diss, if we talking homies they lost like several And that's on gang

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