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Bro ridin' 'round wit' a stolen stickAnd, you already know that he make it hitAnd, you know how it go, I send a hitPolice just blue lighted me, I ain't stoppin' for 'emBought my bitches lots of things, yes, I buy it for 'emI say, "Baby, these damn drugs make me move slowly"And, I came up from out of that mud, talkin' so deepI'ma shotta, my girl, come here, tell 'em come seeWe run wit' bumbaclot's for real, I'm gon' make 'em bleedWe bendin', when we late, most my cars they got exhaustRide 'round in stolen cars, catch one, knock 'em offMarley, mommy, I'm not tryna be violentIt's not safe on my island, you ain't wit' that, you dyingSee lil bro'nem be wylin', they send shots through his bodyNo, she not scared and she like meI wan' fuck wit' her bodyAlright, I'm a blood, idolKnow we leave shit dead, that my blood bodyBro ridin' 'round wit' a stolen stickAnd, you already know that he make it hitAnd, you know how it go, I send a hitPolice just blue lighted me, I ain't stoppin' for 'emBought my bitches lots of things, yes, I buy it for 'emI say, "Baby, these damn drugs make me move slowly"And, I came up from out of that mud, talkin' so deepI'ma shotta, my girl, come here, tell 'em come seeWe run wit' bumbaclot's for real, I'm gon' make 'em bleedI got by "Ten", I be takin' the hitsBro out of town, still sendin' the blitzHe want 'em dead? he gone by sixI go by "Lil' Ben", I'm real as it getI go by "Lil' Ben", I'm real as it getStraight up out of that North, I be steppin' on shitWe up in the court, while you writin' a dissHe signed for two-hundred, spent that on my bitchAnother two-fifty, it's just for the cliqueWe takin his soul, made his brother carry himWe wiped his nose, he clean but slimer than a bitchThe city know, he shoot it upand leave 'em dead behind his broBitch ass niggaScary ass nigga, wanna be a gravediggerMy brother Lil Top, our nuts way biggerStraight out the gutter, just me and my niggasWe go to a party, we packin' a pistolHad it cocked back ever since I was littleSpittin' at the back, ain't blowin' no whistlePut you on the list, they comin' to get youOh, they steppin' with Ten, them niggas official (Yeah)Bro ridin' 'round wit' a stolen stickAnd, you already know that he make it hitAnd, you know how it go, I send a hitPolice just blue lighted me, I ain't stoppin' for 'emBought my bitches lots of things, yes, I buy it for 'emI say, "Baby, these damn drugs make me move slowly"And, I came up from out of that mud, talkin' so deepI'ma shotta, my girl, come here, tell 'em come seeWe run wit' bumbaclot's for real, I'm gon' make 'em bleed
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