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lirik lagu hit the blocc – tc3

in traffic with j-bo smoking big dope
run up on the loc and get ya sh-t broke
if i bounce out on ya block you gone get smoked
my life crazy baby i almost got smoked
sd sh-t rich roll
levels to a tiny loc
its all for the bank roll n-gg-, get ya fund up
death to the c?
i reply with a thumbs up
i’m on the set, come get one with my dubs up
hit the blocc nonstop with a gun on my hip
stack it up, my clip looking like its fresh out the pen
lock it up for who? im coming straight off the hip
won’t miss, i’m solid cuzz, that’s on the crip
when they lackin it’s a pole inside the pole on the fence
i am who i am cuz i was rough as a kid
used to f-ck with the neighbors playing ding-dong-ditch
we ain’t know it but was prepping ourselves for hitting licks
trying the curve the pen like 12 licks will cook 12-6
i’m from the treys n-gg-, thats 2 divided by 6
and if a n-gg- disrespect he gone catch the whole 6
3-much got the pump if i miss
it stands up to his head
long range the 12 gauge won’t miss
bust shots and hit em all that sh-t spray like mist
i’m creeping when i creep i’m tryna blow him a kiss
f-ck a middleman, yo n-gg- stupid
this a one-man race
go broke on a b-tch; all i want is blue bengi faces
truey-youi on my -ss i got gold as my bracelet
i bust it all in her sheets
but if it’s a cross-town b-tch i bust it all in her face
she on that “i can’t see” like i sprayed her with mace
and when her n-gg- touchdown i’m like “how i taste”
i been from the gang, yall n-gg-s still tryna earn a name
i’m walking up, don’t need aim
i masked up like kane
i’m boxed up like frames
this n-gg-s preaching got m going insane
should i listen or should i change?
i risk it all for a chain
did a year and came back and a d-mn thing changed
remain solid and cut the gr-ss, it might be one of ya last
don’t listen, b-tches f-g; that’s why i’m pursuing the bags
f-ck gucci, i don’t want it
garbage bags in the back, they think i’m going to laundry
i sell that wrap for a track, release the snake for attack
real n-gg-s sit back and let the game get back
sn-tch my sh-t back, b-tch tryna bust down my sack
i’m really really from the deuce i just happen to rap
spit the truth and make him feel like he got popped din the back
i mack on a botch, scandal-less -ss mackling a crip
run it up or run away, i’ma stay solid to gang
i always remain the same
blow my brains if i change
i really die to throw keys
but don’t say you my brother if you ain’t wash ya cloths in the sink

don’t say you my brother if you ain’t wash ya cloths in the sink n-gg-
i’m really really from the duce
f-ck all you other lame n-gg-s n-gg-
free all my locs n-gg-
free 30-bo n-gg-, free young foo, free the great slope
free all my locs n-gg-
free lil d-nice, free the wicced, and free all the ws n-gg-
free the real, f-ck the fake n-gg-

- tc3

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