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I done walked the carpet in my Don C's But I'm in the trenches with Don Q For real It's a long night, gotta keep yo' gun on you It's a long night, police gotta run from you I'm from the part gotta keep that gun on you Dope boy money, keep them ones on you Walkin' in Don C's, I'ma go crazy with Don Q (turn up) Ain't grow up 'round palm trees, we was dependent on W2s Sittin' in recline seats, you ain't got no tints, you frontin' yo' move Niggas ain't really for me, the niggas you lovin' be hopin' you lose Street niggas, all facts, do a hit in the car from CarMax Glock 30 .45, can't dodge that, these niggas so fake, gotta fall back Fuck with the other side then it's all bad You don't know that feelin' then all black Four deep in the car and it's all max He say he a killer but he all cap Boyz n the Hood, give his ball back If you don't, shorty comin' back I was young countin' hunnid racks (yeah) In the trenches with a hunnid straps In the trap with a hunnid packs (Don) Head shot, he ain't comin' back (yeah, yeah, uh) I'm still affiliated with the chain snatchers and the trappers and name hatters (name hatters), yeah Letras de cancionesReal bosses, they gon' take losses and they never complain at 'em (never complain at 'em), yeah I leave the venue in a Rolls Royce then I jump on a plane at 'em (I take a flight) I get you get you hit like it ain't matter (like it ain't matter) From up close, see the brain matter (whoa) I know that hating's contagious, most of these niggas be playin' courageous (niggas be playin' courageous) Truthfully told, I'm still in the hood, so I don't be sayin' I made it (so I don't be sayin' I made it) It was a toll to go to the hood, you had to pay it to claim it (you had to pay it to claim it) We had them Os in the hood, we had to weigh and contain it (we had to weigh and contain it) I make a plan, exchange it (yeah) Then we gon' cook up whatever's remainin' (yeah, yeah, yeah) My hitter ridin' in the passenger (passenger) Yeah, 'cause I heard that they want it with me (I heard that they want it with me) And I been dyin' to send them after ya (after ya) Long as I'm payin' they bail, they comin' for free (whoa, whoa) Hit the spot and they ain't pattin' us (what!?) He keep a pair right under the tee Some advice for my challengers I hope you niggas prepared when you run into me Bitch! It's a long night, gotta keep yo' gun on you For real, Chiraq, NY, same shit, nigga Gang It's a long night, police gotta run from you Don, bitch! Walkin' in Don C's, I'ma go crazy with Don Q (turn up) From Letras Mania