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Yo Black is flashy like Alpo gun happy like
Sneaky muthafucka remind me of that crack me
He aint the you shoot dice with and win dog
you want to get your ass layed out in gilmore
Yes we soldiers, remind me Troy and
When they through they hollored like 'What up Conrad?'
Grimey niggaz they to get gully
Summertime had on black gloves and scullies
The Lex 450 pulled up Cornbread
Them niggaz Philly would of called him an old head
But he an OG remind me of Chaz and real low key
Sounded like he didn't know about drama
For this money many men do trauma
Switchy walked in son, this bitch had the ass
The glass was rolled up on the S-Class
in DC he kept mad blocks in order
Picture this a young gettin it like Rich Porter
came in for half a pit
He got knocked, he on lock still controllin' his from constop
Pop pulled up in the CL5 his project
His man just got murked by Salene
Heard he got it in the range nigga Bean one in his brain
some-thing took his watch and his chain
Country boys off the hook down there and main.
In the black 740 I sat, hat turned
Bow baby nelly singing my wrist blinging What!
I'm waiting on this Wise we lost for two pies
Son he smokin that I can see it in his eyes
up wise emotions closed
Most round looking for wisemen toast
Benny hopped out the Esculade with a few thourough men B-More
sellin heroin in Maryland reverse back to Diesel
Killed like 4 fiends his grew that only meant more cream
First it was him and his now he got a team
Went from 5 and a half grams to the dream
City pulled up you know his format
Bentley is all marble in the door and floor
Got the gats out the stash box 2 glocks
Peace "All on Me" 2Pac
know he a boss he gotta floss
He on the same bullshit sent Gotti up north
That's in the blue ts stunting like he Nicky Barnes
He broke but he like he a Don
Homes out the Jag that's Max haitian cat
Kill a quick remind me of Haitian Jack
I his style son I know his stelo, He on the d-low
He smile at niggaz mumbling fuck you in
Heard war stories bout how he with the Ruger
Hold the iron horizontally and send shots ya
Few niggaz tried to murk him, most got fount
Some turnt away try to run they in now
Banks hopped out this, bulletproof that
snorkel, bulletproof hat
Got out a hummer he blew 90 on that
Poppin mad shit like he gonna that lets go