imma spit 4 my city block
eastside of the AK AK-town where we slang crazy rock
i live in a crazy spot
and my chick ask like D why dont u hit me like u hit the block
im like dont take this here in the wrong way
but if yo pussy was the money gurl i b up in u all day
niggas is crzy stop hatin on these boys
we whip around in old skools callem the street toys
street sweeper on the waist
imma catch a case
im killin these nigga cuz they simple the block replace
these niggas every hour on the hour
and these cowards cowar when they see real gee's step in
keep these niggas at a distance i dont need fake friends
i wanna make real money i dont need fake ends
u will meet yo end if u fuckin wit mine
easy shit stay out my way when im out on tha grind
and i make easy decisions like i make easy rhymes
like money over bitches choose that every time
through the struggle and the grime
the pleasure the pain
from just livin the life 2 now livin the game
and i gotta hustle i suppose
and keep an eye on my doe
cuz ya friends could end up ya foe's
LEMME STOP AND SAVE SUMTHIN 4 ANOTHER DAY
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