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My block, we got everything Coke, dope, smoke pills My block, we got everything Bootleg phones, computers My block, we got everything Cars, hoes, cameras My block, we got everything Welfare cards, everything Let's go He's on that East shit, yes, specifically New York (specifically) Niggas know we rhyme well but he don't like to talk He don't like foul shit and rappers like [?] (fact) Hit you with the hawk if I ain't got the forth Hit you with the Gym Star if I ain't got the [?] From the land of the lost, where we in and outta court Shoot shit like it's a sport, niggas hustle from them shores Keep the hammer in your parka If you parked by the court, I'm on the back block Then it's layin' on the porch 'cause I'm probably drunk as shit when i'm sippin' on the quart Lil' homie got the burner and he'll let that shit scorch We don't give a fuck, you would swear that we was raised wrong Momma did good but I need that money yay long Homie got a key flip, homie got a lick line All I needs a mask and a scale, I'ma get mine Sittin' in that [?] six, lookin' big time Letras de canciones My block, we got everything, shit remind you of Walmart My block, we got everything, shit remind you of Walmart Tell my secrets to my dog, I never heard a dog talk Tell my secrets to my dog, I never heard a dog talk My block, we got everything, shit remind you of Walmart My block, we got everything, shit remind you of Walmart Tell my secrets to my dog, I never heard a dog talk Tell my secrets to my dog, I never heard a dog talk Nina throw a couple at you, still I love my eight shot Pistol at the dice game, bet I make the bank stop Razor in my North Face, thirty eight under my tank top Homicide rate gon' rise the same day that this tape drop Five times a day I pray, just me and the Lord talk I ain't have a car, smokers tried to sell me a car part My block, we got everything, shit remind you of Walmart Tell my secrets to my dog, I never heard a dog talk On Instagram, they postin' hard, meet 'em and they talk soft Thots, we at the Ramada, models, we at the Waldorf Get nervous when I see cops, from the dirt, D-Block This CL Smooth, tryna get high, we got that Pete Rock Them niggas killed my cousin so won't nothin' make the beef stop Even your mom see, nigga, I'm concrete, you sheet rock Cops tried to line us, they stashed coke on the weed block [?] was goin' down me, had [?] They indited like three spots My block, we got everything, shit remind you of Walmart My block, we got everything, shit remind you of Walmart Tell my secrets to my dog, I never heard a dog talk Tell my secrets to my dog, I never heard a dog talk My block, we got everything, shit remind you of Walmart My block, we got everything, shit remind you of Walmart Tell my secrets to my dog, I never heard a dog talk Tell my secrets to my dog, I never heard a dog talk From Letras Mania