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lirik lagu in front of the buildings – messy marv

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[intro]
i’m just sayin’ though n*gga, i f*ck with detroit n*ggas, n*gga
detroit n*ggas get money n*gga
this n*gga obie trice all at the radio station n*gga in my city n*gga
hollin’ that g*y sh*t n*gga! you know i’m talkin’ bout n*gga?
this gangsta where i’m at n*gga, fillmoe! n*gga!
you understand me boy?
yeah’ i’d advice you get lil like wayne when you come to this thang

[chorus]
i advice you get lil like wayne, when we huggin’ that corner knockin’ that thang
deuce is huggin’ the lane, i’m from the land where the gangstas roam
where my n*ggas is locked down for life and ain’t never come home (silo!)
see we get scrillions, in front of the buildun’s with somethin’ that’ll pop a million
bullets penetrate and shatter your bone, until one enter just shatter your dome, motherf*cka

[verse 1]
okay, what you wanna do (what?) my money dirty (what!)
f*ck some twenty*two’s, b*tch i’m tryna ride thirties
i keep the set crunked, of tha sh*t punked
ride around knockin’ and it ain’t from the trunk
i’m clappin’ calico’s, i got h*lla clothes
scalen, sean john, akademiks and girbauds
in this b*tch leanin’, makin’ wrists gleamin’
i’m on that other level, but you might not know the meanin’ (you don’t know?)
mama i’m grown now, on my own now
ya lil son done came up ‘n’ sellin’ zones now
ya boy keep a wetter, a pocket full of cheddar
a gucci skully my n*gga, matchin’ the gucci sweater
you see my blades choppin’ this n*gga balla blockin’
ride through the land of funk, where snitch is not an option (fillmoe)
you get your sh*t cracked, you get that b*tch smacked
when i pull of young n*ggas be like, he did that?
[chorus]
i advice you get lil like wayne, when we huggin’ that corner knockin’ that thang
deuce is huggin’ the lane, i’m from the land where the gangstas roam
where my n*ggas is locked down for life and ain’t never come home (silo!)
see we get scrillions, in front of the buildun’s with somethin’ that’ll pop a million
bullets penetrate and shatter your bone until one enter just shatter your dome, motherf*cka

[verse 2]
okay, i tried to go to school (what?) but it wasn’t for me (what?)
i k!lled some punk i’m tryna count money
we ride in front of housin’ n*gga baloonin’ high ([?])
out grittin’ at denali playin’ x*box
i’m just sayin’ though, sh*t i could make it schnow
cuz holla at me if you ain’t gettin’ what you payin’ fo’
i keep a bad bopper, that show a gangsta love
we call ’em boppers ’cause they all through the strip club
me and my n*ggas real, you and guys fakin’
what you know about the side show (skrrt) gassin’ ‘n’ brakin’ (skrrt) out in east oakland (skrrt)
what about them low bottoms, it’s real gangstas from san francisco
you know about em? n*gga, the bay grittin’ sh*t is like the south
n*ggas on the corner, with gold all up in they mouth
gangstas without the gator’s, playin’ with ak’s
we can talk sh*t now and smoked you later

[chorus]
i advice you get lil like wayne, when we huggin’ that corner knockin’ that thang
deuce is huggin’ the lane, i’m from the land where the gangstas roam
where my n*ggas is locked down for life and ain’t never come home (silo!)
see we get scrillions, in front of the buildun’s with somethin’ that’ll pop a million
bullets penetrate and shatter your bone until one enter just shatter your dome, motherf*cka
[verse 3]
i was like daamn homie? you on shady records you the man homie!
n*gga you know i’m lyin’!
the city. who gon’ save ya n*gga? eminem?
obie y’all need real gangsta n*ggas f*ckin’ with him (huh?)
the east familiar to me, when i touch i see gutter
project buildin’s, [?] and c*gutta (free c*gutta)
i’m ridin’ through harlem, hoppin’ out budda’
i put my d*ck in your sister ‘n’ slap your little brother
representin’ the eighties in my thowback rides
yellow diamonds, jesus, no thowback ice (wooh)
you a lil ass n*gga named obie trice
i’ll make a line with your signin’ bonus and snort that twice
the streets will tell you right off, you ain’t that nice
interscope’s tax write*off you ain’t their type (uh uh)
plus the hoods in l.a. be like obie ain’t hot
the bloods n*gga [?] in compton, and the crips in watts

[chorus]
i advice you get lil like wayne, when we huggin’ that corner knockin’ that thang
deuce is huggin’ the lane, i’m from the land where the gangstas roam
where my n*ggas is locked down for life and ain’t never come home (silo!)
see we get scrillions, in front of the buildun’s with somethin’ that’ll pop a million
bullets penetrate and shatter your bone until one enter just shatter your dome, motherf*cka