Verse 1 (D.C.P)
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Ya'll boys try a dope deal dutchy sacks ready to roll cop a sack from
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dred down there on 74 'lac fogged up like you been hit with a smoke
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bomb eyes chinese like you been raised up in Hong Kong no joke boy when
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you roll through the MI 44 boy city gangstas bust them in the sky streets
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infested with sinners and bad body winners play your game right dog
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you might can take 1 out to dinner and combined souls now jezabel got you
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lace all eyes on dred when you walk up in the place with no fear of God
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what so ever mind only on chedder slanging out the blue beretta hit the
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club in somthing better just to show off your ice 38 on your waist in the
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back of the car you got a snipe praying Lord please forgive me if I have
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to bust asking you in advance just in case I have to rush
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Chorus
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End results ya'll its coming for ya
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Cigar full of doja you can ball til you blow up
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We never learn that's why many forever burn
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Watch your rollie tick guaranteed it's hitting your turn
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Verse 2 (D.C.P.)
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Got a hold of two headturners one black and italian other girl built
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like a stallion down for whatever on her medallion boy be careful about
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these dade county girls they ain't no joke you get got with a small 22
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she pull out of her coat you just bent the corner blades spinning like
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propellers at the stop light some cats pull up in a tinted jetta yellin
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hey pull over look dog you got a flat next thing you know you feel
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something cold on your back it's miss itala mixed with black she done
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pulled out the gat make a false move cat she ready to attack thugs
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jumped out the back stripped him down like club rolex took everything
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to the car to the weed to the iced rolex they peeled off right along with
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the two chicks mouth wide open like he been yawning thinking i can't
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beleive this i don't deserve this yes you do if you be living wrong these
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are the results of the lifestyle of them boys who ain't living long
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now you pack more heat took back the four feet bullet proof the black
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fleet ride no less than four deep boy it's real in this hood of reaping
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and sowing for sure killas won't hesitate to bust your head over dough
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Chorus
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Verse 3 (L.G. Wise)
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Trapped on the block driving lex and coops iced up in the hood with your
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soljahs and troops but I salute you with truth now tell me how could it
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be little kids selling crack lying dead on dese streets it's messed up when
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you think your only hope is the dope we end up dead or in jail so we
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can't even cope 16 with triple beams selling weight to make cream wanna
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cry when I see me people can't even dream It's a shame how these cats gone
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say da name of my Lord spitting violence over beats got babies caught
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in the war and they lost not understanding what they doing it for got
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these judges throwing the books and closing the doors no more time with
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they family just a cell and cold floors like my Granny used to say when
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it rains it pours hustle to break bread just so you can stay fed next
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thing a closed casket cause they blowed off your head
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Chorus
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End Results
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L.G. Wise |