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Ughhh! Gully and gritty
Huh! drug activity {pull over please}
Lower development
makin thousands {CHING!}
supplier, uhh
Pullin (po-po man, po-po!)
Kissin my street {smooch}
Grippin the like pliers (pliers?)
I'm as as can be
I'ma keep it funky my nigga, hoe don't sit too well with me
(Uh-uh!) I was in the deep {?}
Beverly Hillbilly, black gold, Texas tea... where merk you
And peel your instead of knucklin up
And squabbin like a hockey player {doo doo doo
I'm not a knock I'm the
Some of you niggaz become your own best

I'm not a I'm the server [4X]

Uhhhhah! Dibblin and
and fiddle-faddlin (fiddle-faddlin?)
Rippin up
Overkill, 47 back (11 of 'em)
Cerebral cortex pushed back doo doo doo}
If I catch you pinchin out the
Anybody can get found, touched up and
long as you do your (that's right)
Steady long, steady
Man these walls got ears, take the battery out your
(Take it out man!) He'll make it home
was tellin, they stabbed him with a turkey bone
(Snitch!) the consequences for snitchin
Got a jacket on his ass, caught him in the kitchen
(Shank me!) talk a good one but they fake
be spineless, they got no vertebrae

I'm not a knock I'm the [4X]

Uhhhh! On the shootin dice (I got those)
paradise (zombies)
Leeches and
Restless and nights {yawn}
Pistols and
Po-pos on feet and {nobody move}
Broken and street lights
Collect and shootin kits (it's yo' potnah mayne!)
The housin and the law enforcement agency
Bat around my do', makes me beam me up and me
my girlfriend, was watchin TV
Mindin her own business, breast feedin our newborn
(AHHH!) I asked 'em where the warrant, they hatin
Tearin up my apartment, but came up nathin (BEATCH!)
My yola was at spot
Too much traffic, had the hot

I'm not a I'm the server [4X]