Yo  yo  yo  yo  aiyyo who sleeping on bleek
 Wake his ass up
 I'm a show em all the money
 And the ass I pass up
 How I'm N Y deep
 Who snitched to NYP (New York Police)
 You bitches been dropping D's (dimes)
 Since 86 striped Lees
 Dial 9 1 tips
 When I spit one clip
 Supposed to be killing niggaz but ain't really done shit
 I'm loco
 Tote the 4 4
 Smoke L's with duck doors
 Drow flow
 Blow the smoke slow
 And holler fuck hoes
 It's cash and money
 Nines grab the green weed exactly
 One shot lives and daiquiris
 My gat be stashed in the dash
 Mixed herbs and hash
 On a cruise for cash
 I might bruise some cats
 Spit 2 at you dudes that act
 Like you can't be touched
 Front and lose your cap
 I incinerate guns after bodies I caught son
 Never on the run stack mail by the tons son

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 Yo it's that Roc a Fella shit
 Hoes clothes to whips
 Act up and get hit
 Give a fuck who you with
 We them niggaz coming through
 Locking down your strips
 Some real niggaz that walk around with guns on their hips

 (verse 2)
 I live my life now like none of y'all fagots
 You keep fronting like that
 I'm gone let one of y'all have it
 I keep the fours drawn
 When I wake up the war's on
 For the bread, butter and chips shit I go to war for em
 Tinted my whip now
 These cops ride dick now
 Money spend now
 I move work through my pen pal
 Niggaz hate bleek cause I live through this shit
 You niggaz keep hating cause I could deal with this shit
 I'm a street individual
 Sold it all criminal
 Weed just a minimum
 I'm a M-P emblem
 Rock syndicate and flips in the block
 You call it I lick a shot
 I'm street wise
 Went up on my caps in size
 Who getting money over here contact these guys
 Let em know I set up shop to trey eight the block
 With 3 niggaz 1 gun and a buck 50 to shop

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