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Yeah–Oh yeah!
You motha f**kas ride with me, Oh yeah
They know I got that High with me. Oh yeah
This shit is for my block, my hood, my set, my city
The kings, the bloods, the crips they with me
The divas, the bitches, the dimes, the duces
My set a nigga up hoe, the strippers, the boosters
The snatchin’s, Kidnappens it happends
So often. the murders, the burglars
Be careful where your walkin
The East, the West, the North, the South
Stay on point cause’ niggas will run up in your house
Boy ima 6 figga nigga doing what I gotta do
Brave cat, layed back, maybach powder blue
Bitch go get my money–make daddy proud of you
Look at them bitches stand, the probably sour too
Bitch you know how we do G4’s Bentley Coupes
Riding round town. Buck, Snoop, countin up my loot
Im from the Eastcoast but I be out west
Tank top, cali bud, all day around breast
Give me a couple minutes I be all in they mind
Not just one or two, three or four at a time
I’ll be all in her spine, If your daughters a dime
Meet her at eight and I’ll be gone by quarter to Nine
(chorus 2x)
This shit is for my block, my hood, my set, my city
The kings, the bloods, the crips they with me
The divas, the bitches, the dimes, the duces
My set a nigga up hoe, the strippers, the boosters
The snatchin’s, Kidnappens it happends
So often. the murders, the burglars
Be careful where your walkin
The East, the West, the North, the South
Stay on point cause’ niggas will run up in your house
Niggas be hatin on me baby, so I keep a hot one
Four four, four five, mac ten shot gun
Get tha f**k out of here, or catch a hot one
You can stunt all you want, but not on my block son
See when the cops come, niggas sprint cops run
Get caught, dont talk learn to keep a locked tongue
Im from the southside, but I be up north
Disrespect me get your head blown the f**k off
Niggas is butt soft, I dont pay them no mind
You Just anotha bitch to put my name in your rhyme
You need your sunglasses on the way that I shine
You dont want beef waving that nine
(Chorus 1x)
This shit is for my block, my hood, my set, my city
The kings, the bloods, the crips they with me
The divas, the bitches, the dimes, the duces
My set a nigga up hoe, the strippers, the boosters
The snatchin’s, Kidnappens it happends
So often. the murders, the burglars
Be careful where your walkin
The East, the West, the North, the South
Stay on point cause’ niggas will run up in your house
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