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you can catch me in the middle of atlanta nigga

in the cracks and the crevises of the ghetto nigga

gone rep you is gonna catch you on a stretcher nigga

gotta 9 like a 45 special nigga

still chillin with my hoe heard a bitch holla

it's a nigga with a chrome double barrell so i

coming at me wanna kill me i can tell how the way he

but i already had my thing cocked before i

see i had the same face of the nigga and i

like a nigga keep your throat to a fine hoe thing thats a reefa

one slip then my 9 went bang got rough on anybody who wanna test my game

can't you see we some killas gorillas gonna bang

got some niggas still livin how i rocks they fade

got a whole click of killas ridin chevys on blaze

and a trap to the moon

one heat one game

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boyz n da hood dressed up in

black tees

black hats

with the black tims

we aint talkin to you niggas shit we aint gotta

but i put it on them dubs your hoe gonna

well what up for yah

it's your boy breeze again

breezin in with one of yall breeze again

and i know jesus seein me sin so why not blow dro

why not sip seez and gin

reason bein since birth man things have seemed

a little different

i'm still pimpin deep with in

but now that i'm grown it's on so i'm a go on and spit it

and if i wanted your hoe i could have her gone in minutes

i pull up in the chevy lookin real slick and vicious

with a bottle of hennisey and a blunt of that sticky

hops out with the forces the same color of the fitted

instead of callin me daddy these hoes callin me diddy

i got a bundle of bitches with a lot of ass and titties

nigga young and old

freak nasty with it

gold teeth gonna shine

sho nuff

and you can turn your head but your broad gonna look

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hoppin out of candy coated chevy bitch

whole team ballin harder than a roucus trick

sucka tryin to get live

got his gut split

got some type of piece tucked in my briefs slick

thats why we rollin deep with a barreta taker

a dime piece with me all you better do is

get your head open wide like a pocket book

you know you shook you aint gotta hide your face bitch

yeah its mister click clacker yeah i jack the jackers

cover more than greyhound every hustlin backwards

stay in the pocket gettin sticked but im breakin them tackles

disrespect shift you brain left to right like a tackle

i've been gettin it for years and real niggas know that

back when dominique

brooklyn jersey rockin the throw back

take it from me

i'm a hunt your ass down like a lojack

catch your ass while you sleep

blow your ass like a dro sack

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step up in the club with just a swing in my chain

it's deez boyz snow man is the name

posted up poppin cris like you do them beers

got bread stacks i aint seen in a couple of years

when i ball i see a gansta they dont look they stare

symbols in my ears 6 figures a pair

and i'm straight from the hood that's where i come from

still spend a hundred grand a year on white air ones

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