Blitz

Please don't dirt on the name
Or we kicking dirt on your grave
Guess karma a hell of a thing
Since Obama you thought it would change
But I'm feeling consistent
Nigggas is dying the shooting persistence
My homie ar catch a opp from a distance
Meet you at the top I ain't stopping the collision
Ain't no regular mission
He tried to cross me he finding religion
We couldn't buy it we robbin or blickinn
Just when they thought we was chilling we blitz em
Yea, yea
Just when he thought we was chilling we blitz em

I keep it off of the gram
Ain't no nigga real as I am
They use to throw dirt on my name now i'm up they be calling and holding the hand
I had a glock in the lamb can't let you run up cuz you will if you can
I can't be fuckin' with you if you fuckin wit me I don't care if you care
Dedicated to paper
I rather stack it up
Know that they hating but know they ain't man enough
I don't do relations no calling no patching up
Don't hit my phone cuz your numbers ain adding up
If I start I'm a finish grave digger
My click full of hitters and all of them killers
You know I'm living, your block we gon spin it
You play with me bitch it's a head on collision

Please don't dirt on the name
Or we kicking dirt on your grave
Guess karma a hell of a thing
Since Obama you thought it would change
You can't throw don't dirt on the name
Or we kicking dirt on your grave
Guess karma a hell of a thing
Since Obama you thought it would change
Please don't dirt on the name
Or we kicking dirt on your grave
Guess karma a hell of a thing
Since Obama you thought it would change
But I'm feeling consistent
Nigggas is dying the shooting persistence
My homie ar catch a opp from a distance
Meet you at the top I ain't stopping collision
Ain't no regular mission
He tried to cross me he finding religion
We couldn't buy it we robbin or blickinn
Just when they thought we was chilling we blitz em
Yea, yea
Just when he thought we was chilling we blitz em

Made a movie this in blue Ray
Heard shoot outs on a Tuesday
Frontpage, Newsday
Snatched a nigga new chain
New kicks on boxed Chevy
Just like lu kaine all black Bruce Wayne
I just wanna make a Billie
Lotta smoke in the city
He might get hit in the brain he gon have no idea
How you get lined by a snake?
How you the trapper of the year?
I stayed on my p's and q's
Strap on me hope I never use
Never lacking I got too much to lose
Kept my respect cuz I follow the rules
Get cut like a bob if you missing a tool
Use to get brain in the back of the school
If he ask for a plate then i'm fronting him two
We counting the bread when there's nothing to do
True

Please don't dirt on the name
Or we kicking dirt on your grave
Guess karma a hell of a thing
Since Obama you thought it would change
But I'm feeling consistent
Nigggas is dying the shooting persistence
My homie ar catch a opp from a distance
Meet you at the top i ain't stopping collision
Ain't no regular mission
He tried to cross me he finding religion
We couldn't buy it we robbin or blickinn
Just when they thought we was chilling we blitz em'
Yea, yea
Just when he thought we was chilling we blitz em'



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Writer(s): Ismail Shabazz
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