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[Trae]Yeah, real talk for my niggaz on the blockI been wrecking for a second, but I promised that I wouldn't stopI been in it with my niggaz, for a long timeBut they gotta give it to me, cause they know I wouldn't dropSame nigga, with the flowSame nigga that'll spin a nigga's ass up, throw his ass in the trunkI'm a representative, for the AssholesTry to run up on me, I'll teach a nigga how to stuntSouthwest, you better get your hands up'Fore I send a wave of niggaz, that'll hit your man's upWhile you wanna-be thugs, better pull your pants upThen the shit, hit the fanThen I fuck, your fans upThese niggaz, really got a nigga fucked upHating motherfuckers, I'll show you what the beef isShow you niggaz how to lose teeth, keep running off at the mouthAnd I can show you niggaz, what the sleep isBetter give it up, when you hear the name TraeWhen I hit the block in black, your ass better prayTell the five in the hood, I don't playAnd I got more niggaz, in the slugsIn the tip, of a KAnd I run with the see's, and the be's on the blockAnd the G's, and few B.D.'s on the blockAnd I kept it real, so I got the keys to the blockLetras de cancionesI'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the blockI'll put it on the pack, and I'll ride for it firstNigga jump, gonna be the first nigga that'll slide for itThey don't wanna see me in a zone, when I try for itAny real nigga, stand up and get an eye for itCause I'm oh so real, though homieAnd I'm next in the line, finna show the world what it wasH-Town, till the deathIntuition of a nigga named Pac, finna let it rain for the thugs[Trae]Somebody better give me the crown, these niggaz out of lineAnd I see, I gotta put 'em in they placeEveryday it be the same old shit, I gotta click on a bitchI don't really, wanna pay another caseWhey they niggaz wanna try a nigga, like a nigga soft than a bitchI'll lean on a nigga, like Boss on a switchBetter chill, 'fore I get to going off on a bitchLace the Nike's, and break a nigga jaw in this bitchEverybody, wanna know about the SouthBut I promise, you niggaz'll wanna take another routeA.B.N., fin to hit a nigga's ass in the droughtIn the town right now, (no doubt)If you got a problem with Trae, let's get it onIggy on lock, so I'm back in a zone still packing the chromeI was late for the hood, so I'm bad to the boneSince I roll on the block, it's half of the boneShit just got wrong, you can hear it in my tone(I'm pissed), but I'm still moving alongYeah Jay?Ton, still grooving alongSo the niggaz in the blue, got love for the HomeFor the H, and the West stateI"ll put it on a nigga, in the worst wayThat'll be your worst day, and I put it on TraeMotherfuckers better get in a line, or the dirt where you gon layThis right here, for my nigga named NickIn a hospital bed, half goneI'll run up on a bitch nigga, who that out that shout outFeel I gotta hit his ass, with the chromeNothing less, are-E-S-T-L-E double SStress, got a nigga on ampSo I got mob for life, like 24/7And I promise, I'm about to be the champ From Letras Mania