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80 Seven We got the block (We got the block) We got the crack (We got the crack) We got the money (We got the money) And we got the straps (Yeah) I hit a lick with a trick Nigga said he real, but the nigga counterfeit Alfred, I knew he wouldn't fit from his outfit Knowing nothing 'bout shit, but the cow-shit See y'all loud shit The vester should've whooped his ass last semester Like a molester Now we in the spot, mutherfuckers comin' to arrest us It's him homie, hit him homie He gon' tell these pigs where we been homie (Been homie) Tender as a tenderoni, only phonie mutherfuckers give a testimony against the big homie (Big homie) Infront of Judge Ito, when he hit the pen, send a torpedo Bleadin' on the floor cuz he can bury four of us if he hit the court buzz How many niggas gon' tell? (Say what) How many niggas gon' tell? (Damn) How many niggas gon' tell? (What you say?) How many niggas gon' tell? (They get you a early release out of jail) Four murkish niggas and a stolie (Stolie) Letras de canciones'Bout to pull a lick, with 30 round clips They fist the back door, they hoe me But he got Ring cameras and arsenal, like the army One of the murkish niggas brought, told the homie they finna rob To be prepared to stay woke, because they comin' for your throat They homie they finna rob got some commas Told his girlfriend and kids to spend a night at her momma's Turned off the lights and left the TV's on So it look like he was home, but he was really gone He can check the surveillance through his phone (Through his phone) Get notifications when it's on (When it's on) Try to keep bringing up his newborn daughter The shooters wanna know if he can hold water 'Cause his body type is frail, he can't make it in a cell Like the opposite of his, he gon' tell (Biatch) How many niggas gon' tell? How many niggas gon' tell? (Damn) How many niggas gon' tell? (What you say?) How many niggas gon' tell? (They get you a early release out of jail) The main nigga talkin' 'bout he never tell Now he flossin' in the hood leaving a paper trail Lying ass nigga going straight to hell First time I heard about his shit, I ain't take it well Nigga in the hood tellin' everybody Baby mama in her brand-new Maserati (Ooh wee) Told his side nigga she was fuckin' with me Funky dogg, had nothing ass bitch Got a word out, the feds knockin' at your daddy house Meeting at the park, after dark Nigga didn't even try and play it smart, couldn't play his part Snitch-ass nigga got the same heart Police talkin' that jail time He will smoke you a sigg and tuck your tail-time, you's a bitch Nigga tellin' on everybody on the stand Judge said "Point him out", that nigga use both his hands How many niggas gon' tell? (Say what) How many niggas gon' tell?(Damn) How many niggas gon' tell?(What you say?) How many niggas gon' tell? (They get you a early release out of jail) They try to turn you against me Him against you, make us enemies Then we all crew, now what happend It's no big mystery Homeboy, you need to know your history It's too bad, 'cause when we got the crack You made money off the hood, but did you ever give it back? You used it like poison, brought all your boys in Automatic weapons, make a lot of noise when Mutherfuckers come through, straight tryin' to jump you Tryna take your block, nigga's tryna punk you You make a lot of money of them jugglers, that's a fact All you gotta do is keep the monkey on they back The thug life gave us a reason to fight You caught snitchin', you might lose your life But no matter what you say, no matter what you do If we all stick together, we can all pull through How many niggas gon' tell? (Say what) How many niggas gon' tell? (Damn) How many niggas gon' tell? (What you say?) How many niggas gon' tell? (They get you a early release out of jail) From Letras Mania