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Jumpin’ out with K’s, [?] every body killer
Don’t do pick-and-choosing with the funk, everyone can get it
He bang that block, but [?] civilian no passes, I’ma get him
Rockin’ for bro from the womb to the grave, rags to riches
G-Block, ayy the godfather of the G
Indecisive, don’t know if I’m bringing Drac’ or bringing Gen
Ayy look, a bitch block don’t know no donkeys from the P
Ran into Waunte and he ran, then type of n***as shouldn’t speak
Real Seventh St. n***a, I got G ties
Nightingale, been throwin’ two one since knee high
Yanked up on a old head from the mob he through the peacе sign
Respect that he don’t want thе funk, he know them n***as getting deep fried
Jz, I got blood on my cleats, wiped him down with the [?]