[Verse One] Professional thugs, police raids, federal bugs Who else is here, Belvidere, several jugs Home made rocks, eye-drops, and medical drugs Selling you for revenue, sell and use incredible plugs A shell or two no respect for you edible slugs Execute feds arresting you You confess to a lesser two without even pressing you Before the questions through, you leaking street names and addresses too The block fiends, I lock things, stones I sling Rock jeans, grab Glocks cocked under boxed springs Most niggas want money and power Half of them niggas is funny and cowards get hit with dummies and flour Most niggas sleeping, like lights out hours But I'm eating, trying to ice out hours The spoon to the floor, the glass to the door Take the flash off the Ford about to mash on you all [Hook] It's Hustlers & Customers and Niggas and snitches and Players who want to profit and haters who want to stop it It's snakes up in the grass and fakes who want your cash Lock your daughter door and cock your fourty-four [Verse Two] I got few friendships, cause friends tend to shift Leave you to fend for yourself in the midst defenseless In any instance that right hand can turn witness Had to develop long vision like senseless View the business of hard white I sat too close so now I read with far sight Get money hand over like all right, homo or dyke, armor light Red dots like record all white force Nikes rhymes to short mics My niggas rob Peters to pay Pauls and extort Mikes I don't pop Cris but to be Frank I was hurt when I heard they popped Chris Now I'm moving mach-six Y'all niggas is week, I'm leap year Nothing to see here Cops be at your house like "There's Nothing To See Here" L-U-P get it clear in each ear Before you get it ear to ear and need mouth to mouth for wiling out [Hook] [Verse Three] The basics: court cases and ignore faces All you little jokers can keep your war faces Niggas is easy to get These Weezy and Smiths turn bracelets into Hinckley and Schmidt Get ya stuck, they're drying their sleeves Or exceed the recommended miles per hour trying to leave If you pull your guns out all the cowards will flee Cause they can't front if they lose the power to breathe I keep a good grip like OXO on the auto Ready to cap from cop to Capo Streets niggas get potholes Carlos will get it in his paco Pits get parvo, peezy part, yo Your peeps probably think pop be playing Cause I just started shitting, like potty training Just give me two killers and a raw And I'mma keep your "City High," without two niggas and a broad
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