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If you fuck with them niggas, you dead When I walk, I keep one in the head They try to diss me and say I'm not gang but these the niggas I fed Like I put them pussy niggas on my back, put them pussy niggas on my track Walking to my crib, I always keep a strap, walking to my crib, I always keep a strap When I walk alone, I got Jackie When I had my first opp, I was happy Too deep in the streets they try to tell me stop, now I'm itching, tryna catch a flock Free my twin, he got caught totin' sally On that block it was hotter than Cali And we shoot a video shoot And then we skrrt off on the highway B-Lovee that's my brother but them other niggas is dead heat And these other niggas always talkin, like we never be on the same block (like what?) When I was like 13, I ain't have no money, all I knew was up it and flame shots (Grrah, grrah, gang-gang) Too mixy, too oppy, they know who the face of the Bronx Too mixy, too oppy, they know who the face of the Bronx In my hood they gon' pay me respect 'Cause they know I'm gon' spin with the TEC And I let off some shots for my set And I throw up the O', only gang that I rep If you fuck with them niggas, you dead When I walk, I keep one in the head They try to diss me and say I'm not gang but these the niggas I fed Like I put them pussy niggas on my back, put them pussy niggas on my track Walking to my crib, I always keep a strap, walking to my crib, I always keep a strap At the yams and I feel like I fell off Seen the opps and they ran niggas dead soft Beat that dyke up and said I was dead wrong I'm like TP Niggas talk but they run when they see me 2gang got hit in his figi Suck my dick, and I go for any nigga talking hot I'ma up it if I ever see a Flock If you fuck with them niggas, you dead When I walk, I keep one in the head They try to diss me and say I'm not gang but these the niggas I fed Like I put them pussy niggas on my back, put them pussy niggas on my track Walking to my crib, I always keep a strap, walking to my crib, I always keep a strap If you fuck with them niggas you dead When I walk, I keep one in the head They try to diss me and say I'm not gang but these the niggas I fed Like I put them pussy niggas on my back, put them pussy niggas on my track Walking to my crib, I always keep a strap, walking to my crib, I always keep a strap Suck my dick, pussy, OGz the fuck up, nigga, everything for Diddy Everything for Yellow nigga, everything dead nigga Boom, boom, gang-gang-gang
Writer(s): Chalim Perry, Heiko Dorre-grasso, Kevin Viera Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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