(verse 1)

Yo, yo, yo, yo, aiyyo who sleeping on bleek

Wake his ass up

I'm a show em all the money

And the ass I pass up

How I'm N-Y deep

Who snitched to NYP (New York Police)

You bitches been dropping D's (dimes)

Since 86 striped Lees

Dial 9-1 tips

When I spit one clip

Supposed to be killing niggaz but ain't really done shit

I'm loco

Tote the 4-4

Smoke L's with duck doors

Drow flow

Blow the smoke slow

And holler fuck hoes

It's cash and money

Nines grab the green weed exactly

One shot lives and daiquiris

My gat be stashed in the dash

Mixed herbs and hash

On a cruise for cash

I might bruise some cats

Spit 2 at you dudes that act

Like you can't be touched

Front and lose your cap

I incinerate guns after bodies I caught son

Never on the run stack mail by the tons son



Chorus 2x:

Yo it's that Roc a Fella shit

Hoes clothes to whips

Act up and get hit

Give a fuck who you with

We them niggaz coming through

Locking down your strips

Some real niggaz that walk around with guns on their hips



(verse 2)

I live my life now like none of y'all fagots

You keep fronting like that

I'm gone let one of y'all have it

I keep the fours drawn

When I wake up the war's on

For the bread, butter and chips shit I go to war for em

Tinted my whip now

These cops ride dick now

Money spend now

I move work through my pen pal

Niggaz hate bleek cause I live through this shit

You niggaz keep hating cause I could deal with this shit

I'm a street individual

Sold it all criminal

Weed just a minimum

I'm a M-P emblem

Rock syndicate and flips in the block

You call it I lick a shot

I'm street wise

Went up on my caps in size

Who getting money over here contact these guys

Let em know I set up shop to trey eight the block

With 3 niggaz 1 gun and a buck 50 to shop



Chorus 2x


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