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Long live 9-D-Rock
Scoop all them niggas
Damn
You hear me
dese niggas stay bluffin like shit
All ona nigga dick or somethin in dey mentions
They all on the net talkin nonsense
Deep in the field, you can still get a bomb, bitch
Hop off da 64 get heavily armed, quick
Free them good men, they got stuck up da road
Fuck out my mentions, they never on grove
Came in the functions and fucked up the show
Got gang in this bitch and it's all that I know
Uh, hunnids, twenties, fifties, dubs I need that
Back on da ave and I'm right where the fiends at
whip up my wrist and I'm still in the kitchen
Deep in her stomach, im right in her kiddney,
That ain't your brother, he hate on your vision
This shit in the field, get real
Brody came home, had to put down the sealed
Look at them shirts, ha-ha-ha, kill
Speakin' on names and you better speak lightly
steady addin' up checks, collecting like nike
Deep in this shit, got me feelin' like Spike lee
No change in my pockets, had to go and get it
Was up in that class? Could've been a Chemist
Check the background, aint bluffin bout shit
Went to school with dat nigga duckin n dodging n shit shawdy ah bitch, forgetting yah cleats u was runnin' n shit
He taxin' the work and we baggin' his ass
Got the beam with the light and it came with the mag
Cut off a snake if he reachin' the stash
Shout out Lil bro, he spankin' his ass
Say that you trappin' but ain't got a bag
Rule number one, never tell what you had
Lost me some soldiers, I hopped in my bag
Dying for bitches, that shit looking sad
Straight out my section, I'm right from the ave
Uh, nigga, go get some money
Uh, these niggas, they broke
Uh, damn, these niggas so funny
Uh, ain't with my gang, you might be a undie
The way I was taught, fell in love with that money
Bitch, they all on the net talkin' nonsense
Deep in the field, you can still get a bomb, bitch
Free da good men, they got stuck up the road
Fuck out my mentions, they never on grove
Came in the Functions and fucked up the show
Got gang in this bitch and that's all that I know
Uh, no, all I know
fuck up the shows
Niggas is bitches, niggas is hoes
All dat i know, no, no, no
Long live 9-D-Rock
Scoop all them niggas
Damn
You hear me
dese niggas stay bluffin like shit
All ona nigga dick or somethin in dey mentions
They all on the net talkin nonsense
Deep in the field, you can still get a bomb, bitch
Hop off da 64 get heavily armed, quick
Free them good men, they got stuck up da road
Fuck out my mentions, they never on grove
Came in the functions and fucked up the show
Got gang in this bitch and it's all that I know
Uh, hunnids, twenties, fifties, dubs I need that
Back on da ave and I'm right where the fiends at
whip up my wrist and I'm still in the kitchen
Deep in her stomach, im right in her kiddney,
That ain't your brother, he hate on your vision
This shit in the field, get real
Brody came home, had to put down the sealed
Look at them shirts, ha-ha-ha, kill
Speakin' on names and you better speak lightly
steady addin' up checks, collecting like nike
Deep in this shit, got me feelin' like Spike lee
No change in my pockets, had to go and get it
Was up in that class? Could've been a Chemist
Check the background, aint bluffin bout shit
Went to school with dat nigga duckin n dodging n shit shawdy ah bitch, forgetting yah cleats u was runnin' n shit
He taxin' the work and we baggin' his ass
Got the beam with the light and it came with the mag
Cut off a snake if he reachin' the stash
Shout out Lil bro, he spankin' his ass
Say that you trappin' but ain't got a bag
Rule number one, never tell what you had
Lost me some soldiers, I hopped in my bag
Dying for bitches, that shit looking sad
Straight out my section, I'm right from the ave
Uh, nigga, go get some money
Uh, these niggas, they broke
Uh, damn, these niggas so funny
Uh, ain't with my gang, you might be a undie
The way I was taught, fell in love with that money
Bitch, they all on the net talkin' nonsense
Deep in the field, you can still get a bomb, bitch
Free da good men, they got stuck up the road
Fuck out my mentions, they never on grove
Came in the Functions and fucked up the show
Got gang in this bitch and that's all that I know
Uh, no, all I know
fuck up the shows
Niggas is bitches, niggas is hoes
All dat i know, no, no, no
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