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We got the crazy crewyou think you coming we say-"na na na" we got the block locked up
The foes that oppose me by proxy,
They try to get foxy
They try to rock me
They say they got the 40 cal glok
With the 30 round clipand they losing their damn grip. . .
Well, I came back from hell so God damn fit
I'll bust your lip, and make you strip
You can play them gamesbut don't play'em in my park
I'll spill a wild bill, before you get out you Town Carranting and raving, claiming you're armed
I'll do the hit myself and then eat a chicken parmmackin' like bumpy, the business is boomin'I'll chop your ass up like I was Jimmy Coonanthe westy, honey don't test me!
Ooooh - I just ate 5 blottersand things are gettin' kinda wacked!
If you can't live the lie, let it dieand if you can't live a life full of strifejust say oops! And jump through hoops,and get to the end of the line.
We got the crazy crewyou think you coming we say-"na na na" we got the block locked up
I got bear huge for my brothersand I got no love for the othersc'mon kids, you ain't built for bids
You'll get jacked in the ass like a sucker"mucho dinero" the man with the hat saidhe changed his mind once the crack in his head bledmovin' and shakin' the brittle illusionreferring, concurring, and workin' out solutions
If you can't live the lie, let it dieand if you can't live a life full of strifejust say oops! And jump through hoops,and get to the end of the line.
Know your man, know his game, don't be ashamed from where you came,if you ask me, I'd rather have money than fame.
We got the crazy crewyou think you coming we say-"na na na" we got the block locked up
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