Geah

Brrrr stick 'em hahaha stick 'em...

Half ounce one time stick 'em

Geah

You know how the fuck we do it, c'mon

Y'all remember that old school shit, geah

Get 'em

C'mon



Your block is mine bitch back up

We run the whole fucking world chips stack up (chin chin)

We've been

Gettin in where we fit in since the old days

L.t.d.'s rode bopping the o'jays

Gun place, crime place, one time swoop

Strawberries in the back - at the 70's coupe

Giving head like a chicken plucked

Four niggas one bitch, everybody fucking

From selling my

Crack on the corner, packing, bailing my straps

Got a

Million reasons so it be's the killin season, moves the crowd

As the bullets hit with no names

Connects the dots echos through the ghetto hot

Flies like an eagle

Becomes the strap by the motherfuckin regal

Tinted windows

Tyres spin fast up out yo' set

Next week right back to see who we can get

You want yo' chin checked (ping)

Fools just gimme a car

We got yo' ass when we see you r.i.p. on the wall

The way i'm livin don't give no hail low

One times i stay low

Want pay no compton, no play no

Hit the round when we start blastin

Out the back door

Before they send the ???? in (get up)

We niggas fo' hire

Bustin (boom)

We bust back (boom), return the fire, get' em



Brrrrrrr stick 'em hahaha stick'em...

Half ounce one time stick 'em

Geah



Bails around twelve o'clock

Roam my block with the glock

Keeps the world nicely stash

From neighbourhood watch

Walks the rocks

Dope fiends makes my pay

Late nite hype to fiends so they walk this way







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