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I mix nation for real Runnin′ with a couple killers, I know that won't save shit My cousin work the block, that′s every morning like a day shift I'm steady doin' wrong, I swear to God, I know I′m aging My baby brother ask me how many yards that I done laid in I′m puttin' on for everything that′s in the streets Put money on my niggas' books, make sure the opps don′t eat this week Jump in that water, swear to God, this shit get deep My lil' cousin out in Florida always smilin′, showin' teeth Can't scrape from prison when niggas knock out all your teeth Gotta keep a pistol when you out here in the streets Niggas be dyin′ ′bout anything but swear they wanna beef Dirty top on me, it's gon′ knock you off your feet If he still alive, that mean that I don't want him dead, okay Used to be a hitter, now there′s money on my head, okay Melee boys from Lincoln Avenue, they want us fed, okay But for these bags, I used to smack shit for the bread, okay No dirt to win, skid, get to shootin' and watch him fade away (LA Gang) He won the 50, scraped from Houston, that′s a major play How many times I gotta tell you niggas I don't play okay? (Boom) How many times I gotta show you niggas I done paved the way? Runnin' with a couple killers, I know that won′t say shit My cousin work the block, that′s every morning like a day shift Letras de cancionesI'm steady doin′ wrong, I swear to God, I know I'm aging My baby brother ask about how many yards that I done laid in I′m puttin' on for everything that′s in the streets Put money on my niggas' books, make sure the opps don't eat this week Jump in that water, swear to God, this shit get deep My lil′ cousin out in Florida, always smilin′, showin' teeth (LA Gangs) From Letras Mania