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Yo Black is like Alpo gun happy like Pappy
Sneaky muthafucka me of nigga that crack me
He aint the type you dice with and win dog
Unless you want to get your ass layed out in
Yes we soldiers, remind me Troy and
they came through they hollored like 'What up Conrad?'
Grimey niggaz loved to get gully
Summertime still had on black and scullies
The Lex 450 pulled up Cornbread
niggaz from Philly would of called him an old head
But he an OG me of Chaz and Bump real low key
Sounded like he didn't nothing about drama
For this money shit many men do
Switchy walked in son, bitch had the baddest ass
The bulletproof was rolled up on the S-Class
Heard in DC he mad blocks in order
Picture this a young nigga it like Rich Porter
came in for half a pit
He got knocked, he on lock still his block from constop
Pop pulled up in the CL5 his changed
His man just got fucking murked by
he got it in the range nigga Bean popped one in his brain
Over some-thing took his and his chain
Country boys off the hook there and Richmond main.
In the black 740 I sat, hat turned
Bow down baby singing my wrist blinging What!
I'm on this nigga Wise we lost for two pies
Son he smokin shit I can see it in his eyes
Coming up wise closed
Most round looking for wisemen toast
Benny hopped out the Esculade with a few thourough men from
They sellin heroin in Maryland reverse back to
Killed like 4 fiends his popularity that only meant more cream
it was him and his brother now he got a team
Went from 5 and a grams to living the dream
City pulled up you know his format
is all marble in the door and floor match
Got the gats out the stash box 2 glocks
"All Eyez on Me" 2Pac
Everybody know he a he gotta floss
He on the same bullshit that sent up north
That's Dime in the blue ts stunting he Nicky Barnes
He but he talk like he a Don
Homes out the Jag that's Max haitian cat
Kill a nigga remind me of Haitian Jack
I peep his style son I his stelo, He on the d-low
He smile at mumbling fuck you in Creole
Heard war bout how he maneuver with the Ruger
the iron horizontally and send shots through ya
Few niggaz tried to murk him, them got fount
Some turnt away try to run in wheelchairs now
Banks hopped out bulletproof this, that
snorkel, bulletproof hat
Got out a hummer he blew 90 on that
Poppin mad shit he gonna bulletproof that lets go