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(feat. D-Gotti, D-Reck, Double D) [Hook x2] In the season of drought The music, still let us floss Cause we done cleaned the house And now we legally ball [Double D] Now I'ma make it known, that it's about to be on This Wreckshop representer, I'm mashing on the mic and I'm gone I'm isolated for eight weeks, high making beats Underground and all over town, we heard in the streets Bleeding the block feeding the flock, the whole nine I'm weeding glock hit to my side, at all times Thanking God for mine, that's the way I prevail And this nigga wanted to shine, so I had to make mail To get the house and the 600, them hoes funny Talking down when a nigga done it, that's how I run it Making moves with D-Reck, so niggaz don't like it But niggaz gotta respect that, my whole place Protected wih AK's and rugers, a whole gang of shooters With high tech computers, so when it's time to do you My adversaries, getting carried away That's on the real nigga chill, cause we don't play Letras de canciones[Hook x2] [D-Reck] It started off a dream, on a triple beam Plotting on a scheme, to rock this music scene Dre dropped the Chronic, and everybody get blunted Now I'm moving weed with Eaz', everybody was on it No more crawling to balling, at a rapid pace No more stalling to falling, I'm stuffing my safe Relocated pent houses, I reside high rise Went to the BMW dealership, I made foggy eyes How lucky could I be, to meet P-A-T Reunite with Double D, and that nigga Noke D And that boy E.S.G., and that D-Gotti We the Wreckshop family, making ghetto history Now it's on it's on, we the head of the throne Wreckshop in that ass, like a g-string thong If you hating on this, you can suck my dick D-Reck been balling nigga, way before this music shit that's real [Hook x2] [D-Gotti] I still remember on the block watching cops, moving rocks Chasing dreams but it seems, I was ending up locked In a cell, fiending for that funny fast mail I got a story to tell, I've been living in hell Selling for less, when I always wanted the best Was it worth the chances I took, and the situations addressed God bless my soul, I walked a mile on glass Bare footed filled with pain, but I got down and mashed Paid bills for my mama, even though I placed drama So sick with Pops, I could damn near vomit Standing still like a zombie, but my angels was watching Now I step in Gucci insides, and I'm microphone rocking Five thousand lyrical tossing, from the show last night Eating teriyaki with a oriental, on a private flight We gon ball despite, or the game with same change I hear voices in my head, and they constantly saying [Hook x4] From Letras Mania