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[Chorus: repeat 2X] I got them choppas you understand Fuckin' around with us we burn ya block up you understand Fuck what cha' heard got them birds you understand Coming shawt with us yeen scared you understand [Verse 1] Your broad I done banged her Weighing game then trained her With the block burners the ones that's bringing flames up I be in the north cuzz Chillin' with my squad cuzz Laughing at these weak ass niggaz swearin' that he hard cuzz What the fuck you know about, niggaz with them extra clips Hanging out the choppas on yo block, I'm making niggaz flip 23's got it, big bodies I got it nigga Whole thang got it, gotti he been had it Rolling with them niggaz, them damn fools from Watkins Shit start poppin', bitches start joggin' Niggaz start flaugin, rumors got out gotti start mobbing and robbing Cause he on Galling regardless the circumstance Ain't be starving' like marvin of any man So now my target is Ridgecrest with working hands I'm posted up with double ups to do a gotti and You understand Letras de canciones[Chorus] I move bricks like a constructor Famous like Paul Brooker Grew up around hustlahs with M plants and coca Gotti get them birds and pass 'em to T sticks I could cut where they store and then provide bricks Transport and ??? half way on see some green Youse a fiend bout to dream want some ching yaa mean Stillman got the ready rocks what you possed to be a cop Tell em' I got them 100 proof that's taped up and watt block Carousel my issue I got's to get richer I ain't cockin' out until I get me some millions All day my phone ring I got cone like ice cream Product 24 hours dawg consumers call me Wal-greens More blocks than gun shots Ammo like Rambo On the block posted up, like Shaq I'm gone score Like Pringles my chips stacked What you want a nigga got? Coming shawt with us if yeen scared man holla back [Chorus] [Verse 3] I'm the same young nigga since elementary And I didn't go then neither, it ain't no game with me If you ain't breaking bread, you ain't no friend to me So cut to brush it out, you ain't no ken to me I got them whole thangs, hand caught 4 in the split I'm straight from the north So they assume that I'm straight with this shit I'm straight with my clique, but otherwise these niggaz be scared I'm 5 foot 5 they talkin' bout some shit they done heard Come on dawg big ole you and lil' me Don't mean shit cause if you slip it's O.V But that's beef fuck all that what cha' need I got trees and I bricks for chee cheese Fuck wit yo boy I turn around and fuck wit you back You shot a few times I turn around and front you your pack You keep it real together nigga we can make mils Don't be scared just hustle up and get the shit how you live [Chorus] - repeat until end From Letras Mania