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Uh, they know, they know Huh, it's Heem, nigga, uh Uh, it's that Eastside Buffalo shit (Haha) It's that Eastside Grammy, nigga You know where to find me, nigga Look, uh I come from bass to business (Bastard child) Kick it like Master Splinter (They know) Could've got life in prison From makin' some bad decisions Totin' them guns and dealin' My man Daddy was missin' Duckin' them devils and prayin' to God He the one grantin' my wishes No, they don't love me for real (They don't love me) So I've been keepin' my distance (Uh) Say he gon' go for the kill So I just keep me a Smithen Murder, we take it to trial My niggas gon' kill all the witnesses And we don't shoot in no crowds (Uh-uh) That's how the ladies and kids get hit Don't want nobody that's innocent We hittin' niggas that's in this shit I did a shootin' right out of the whip Letras de cancionesSoon as I came from the dealership (They know) Know who the fuck that you dealin' with We be the ones who the killers with Shit that I talk, I live this shit Either I send you to dead this shit (Dead that, nigga) Now niggas claimin' they proud of me (Haha) That was the same nigga doubted me (Fuck that nigga) No, I ain't no killer, don't push me (They know) Or you might bring it up out of me One of the realest, I gotta be Feel like the ghost of Prodigy 'Cause these niggas shook and I'm chasin' money I go wherever the profit be (Yeah) Turn a five to a ten (To a ten) From a twenty to a fifty (To a fifty) Run that up on a hundred (On a hundred) Now a nigga gettin' filthy (Filthy) All them nights I was broke (I was broke, nigga) Shit damn near killed me (Killed me) Stayed down ten toes (Ten toes) Played the hand that they dealt me (Nah) All these niggas on my phone (Phone) Bitches wanna take selfies now Good dog, no bones They ain't even wanna help me out Street niggas winnin' Grammy's now We was just wearin' hand me downs I just wanna feed the family now Gucci runners and Amiri's now Nigga used to sell cook up (They know) I done fucked around and pushed up Now it's new VVs, Benz 12 V's We been on a good run (Yeah) Call Jake, I wanna book some (Call Jake, nigga) Word is that I took some (What up?) Street niggas don't do credit (Fuck that) Real niggas in the hood love us (They know) Treat my homies like blood brothers (They blood) Got some Crips and some Bloods love us (On Blood) I've been out with the guns bustin' (Brrt) Since them niggas killed my blood cousin We're gonna take a very short intermission Huh, gone And, uh, then we got a whole lot more music to take on, okay? From Letras Mania