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What? I got bullets that’ll touch your brain
It take nothin for me to fuck your dame
Remember me from hatin on Paton, nothings changed
Pushin heavy weight, still weighin a buck and change
Soakin wet, rock whole diamonds, no cuts in the chain
Lets get the jumped off jumped off, where the chicks at
You see a nigga with a nice watch, nigga get that
Young rich cat, pitch crack, you against me is a mismatch
I spit murder and sip yack, team bang like six gats
So what homie, you outta luck homie, still don’t give a fuck homie
Ride with the heat on me, in a big truck homie
Cadillac Escalade, you still gettin stuck homie
Got clientel like a weed spot
Hennyed up, creep blocked, with the heat cocked
Semis bust, after that, all beefs stop
Wantin Respect
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Catch cars on the interstate, move heroin on the interstate
Peep tote cars on the interstate, side cars gonna win this case
Cars all in his face, need pour dawn on these bitches face
(What is it) This is Brooklyn, Middle Nigga
(What is it) Brooklyn, 67 middle nigga
(What is it) This is Brooklyn, Middle Nigga
(What is it) Brookyln, 67 middle nigga
Don’t give a fuck who you are, my crew get down and murder ya
Change positions, move around like furniture
Invitin all hoes, you can slide with me
Party with Tory, or ride for free
People see me, you know who my team be
Like reefa, know how the duece when the green be, with wife beatas
Fuck MBs, don’t write cheatas
If i can’t get in with my sweats and timbs
I’m a hood nigga, i live in the projects with a benz
Ain’t like you average rap niggas, still keepin gats niggas
Post up like Shaq, on the block with crack niggas
Spin ones, all that and then some
Turn shoot, shot in your face, n one
This is Brooklyn Middle Nigga
Brooklyn 67 Middle Nigga
This Brooklyn Middle Nigga
Brooklyn 67 Middle Nigga
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