stroll through the block three eight o cocked safety off, hole on the tip of my shot true g from the gate got it locked, slung dope to sprung folk, ice make the street hot look out for the cops price is high stay awake before your ass get caught no doubt, clouds of smoke cans of coke rum guns toat, blunts lit beer lids pop bottle caps cards and craps, fly whips fine bitch on my lap, bomb hoe on my dick bricks sold same shit never gets old, hit the club taking calls at the bar, on the house no tab slide in the cut mash to the tilt last drink in the cup poured on the floor before i stab out.
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