[verse 1]
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Yo, yo, yo, yo, aiyyo who sleeping on bleek
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Wake his ass up
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I'm a show em all the money
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And the ass I pass up
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How I'm N-Y deep
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Who snitched to NYP (New York Police)
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You bitches been dropping D's (dimes)
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Since 86 striped Lees
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Dial 9-1 tips
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When I spit one clip
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Supposed to be killing niggaz but ain't really done shit
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I'm loco
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Tote the 4-4
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Smoke L's with duck doors
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Drow flow
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Blow the smoke slow
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And holler fuck hoes
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It's cash and money
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Nines grab the green weed exactly
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One shot lives and daiquiris
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My gat be stashed in the dash
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Mixed herbs and hash
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On a cruise for cash
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I might bruise some cats
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Spit 2 at you dudes that act
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Like you can't be touched
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Front and lose your cap
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I incinerate guns after bodies I caught son
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Never on the run stack mail by the tons son
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[Chorus 2x:]
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Yo it's that Roc a Fella shit
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Hoes clothes to whips
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Act up and get hit
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Give a fuck who you with
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We them niggaz coming through
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Locking down your strips
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Some real niggaz that walk around with guns on their hips
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[verse 2]
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I live my life now like none of y'all fagots
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You keep fronting like that
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I'm gone let one of y'all have it
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I keep the fours drawn
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When I wake up the war's on
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For the bread, butter and chips shit I go to war for em
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Tinted my whip now
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These cops ride dick now
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Money spend now
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I move work through my pen pal
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Niggaz hate bleek cause I live through this shit
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You niggaz keep hating cause I could deal with this shit
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I'm a street individual
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Sold it all criminal
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Weed just a minimum
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I'm a M-P emblem
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Rock syndicate and flips in the block
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You call it I lick a shot
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I'm street wise
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Went up on my caps in size
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Who getting money over here contact these guys
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Let em know I set up shop to trey eight the block
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With 3 niggaz 1 gun and a buck 50 to shop
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[Chorus 2x]
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Who's Sleeping
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Memphis Bleek |