CHORUS:
ride wit me throught the top as i hit u wit another one..
my niggaz posted up let it buck if u holdin one..
molden from the blunts spark it up if u smokin some'
cannons in the air we gotta show em wurr we comin from..
we on the block wurr dem niggaz etheir ride or die on grind'
survivin the struggle when the oods are highly in-cline'
mines is cocked n in line,n des niggas hatin but faces a balla in mind at the top of his prime'
workin but keep-in it real, neva shot a dude but if pushed the wrong way i be forced to reach for the steal'
torch-in each to da grill,for niggas test-in the lesson u'll be a blessin cuz my fort be keep-in real
east side we callin the shots now
we working tell we merking the industry niggaz pretend to be pac u'll get shot down'
da block crown,me as da realist,
spitin bullets when i step in booth,reppin my troops,
aint givin 'head to houses' when we 'blowing the roof'
Cops act like they 'Bad Boys' how they 'playin with Mace'
its nut_in to catch a load in face,caot-in niggaz wit my nine like a dutch when its rolled wit da lace/
ride wit me throught the top as i hit u wit another one..
my niggaz posted up let it buck if u holdin one..
molden from the blunts spark it up if u smokin some'
cannons in the air we gotta show em wurr we comin from..x2
second verse coming soon
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