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Blood squad...
I run this spot, ain't nothing but G's
The whole hood hot, 400 degrees
Whip it, whip it, whip it good
Whip it, whip it, whip it good
I keep it on a straight, I play piano keys
Heat up the pot, 400 degrees
Whip it, whip it, whip it good
Whip it, whip it, whip it real good
Pulling so hard they call me MJ (MJ)
What we twirling in the pot we call it shan-jay (yeah)
It's that mother fuckin' hustla talk
Now let me show you how a gangsta' walk (gangsta walk)
Red leather bag filled with all cash,
5'2 asian bitch with all ass
Now let me show you how to get it nigga (nigga)
A hundred racks for every shipment nigga
We post it up at the corner store
Hundred bricks somebody just got 200 more
I'm on my weezy F baby shit (nigga)
You owe a fuckin' dime you better pay me bitch
I run this spot, ain't nothing but G's
The whole hood hot, 400 degrees
Whip it, whip it, whip it good
Whip it, whip it, whip it good
I keep it on a straight, I play piano keys
Heat up the pot, 400 degrees
Whip it, whip it, whip it good
Whip it, whip it, whip it real good
I keep it orchestrated, I'm highly motivated
Shout out to my niggas, we finally made it
In and out eleven times it's 9/11
Invaded 9/11 now pray for me Reverend
We all mob (all mob), all squad (all squad),
Young and fresh out of the pen
We give 'em a job,
Now watch him do his money dance
Keep these fuckin;' ho's up in a trance
The block is hot, 400 degrees
VBS is on my sleeve, we call that anti-freeze
I think I'm J Prince, not 'cause I rap a lot
They call my hood little, it's as big as bussy shots
I run this spot, ain't nothing but G's
The whole hood hot, 400 degrees
Whip it, whip it, whip it good
Whip it, whip it, whip it good
I keep it on a straight, I play piano keys
Heat up the pot, 400 degrees
Whip it, whip it, whip it good
Whip it, whip it, whip it real good
See all this cash up in my pocket,
Nigga what's your logic?
It ain't about getting more money, y'all niggas retarded
Roll this cash outta my pocket
Nigga what's your logic?
It ain't about getting more money, y'all niggas retarded
Roll this cash outta my pocket
Nigga what's your logic?
It ain't about getting more money, y'all niggas retarded
Roll this cash outta my pocket
Nigga what's your logic?
It ain't about getting more money, y'all niggas retarded
That's why I
I run this spot, ain't nothing but G's
The whole hood hot, 400 degrees
Whip it, whip it, whip it good
Whip it, whip it, whip it good
I keep it on a straight, I play piano keys
Heat up the pot, 400 degrees
Whip it, whip it, whip it good
Whip it, whip it, whip it real good
Writer(s): Levar Germaine Turner
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