Kunci: B minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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nocturnal, circumcised by thermals
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Ride or die, homicide or vibe
When them shots burn, you cop herbal
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Keep low, close shop, hop hurdles
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Hot verbal, worry not,
got the blocks fertile
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Fast follow, numb off the bum, bad bottle
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Jet models from jumpin',
a threat to some survival
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One bible, same crew, few bibles
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Came through, new vipers,
Spain's food
But I'm the same too
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The game is small, the shelf is large
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I came to war, all hail the god I'm a formula car,
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So fire when ready, I annihilate deadly
High in the
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Chevy, moving on the two -way
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Tag on the two -way,
what fag want a touché?
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Blu -ray, up close, push a dupé
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Soufflé, superstar stat without the loupé
The poppin' soda weed,
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homie, cop your s***
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I don't care where you from,
who the f*** you get
This is
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D -block, better breath than sick
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Cause it's on, it's on
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You get it poppin', so do we, homie
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I don't care where you from
Who the f*** you get?
This is
D -Block
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Better rep they set, cause it's on, it's on
I keep the hammer cocked right on stage
Looch, and
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OG, but I don't have to act my age
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Brown leather, silver back, out his cage
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Hot the body till your skin
color cocaine beige
Listen, I suggest you keep
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it calm like fishing
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For this fire come out like nitro glisten
Back to you, loadin' up,
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you think I'm pissin'
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I need these cowards, motherfuckers,
rotisserie chicken
Seen it, done it,
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ran from police I got diamonds in my eyes like my rose gold
Jesus, peace,
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we can do this now or after the show
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Hey yo, bully, clip up, police comin',
fuck it, pop some more
You get it poppin', so do we,
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homie, cop your shit
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I don't care where you from,
who the fuck you get
This is
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D -Block, better rep they set,
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cause it's on, it's on
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You get it poppin' so do we homie,
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I don't care where you from,
who the ... you get
This is
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D -Block, better rep they set,
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cause it's on, it's on
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Stop, pitchin' me bein'
I'm a young
Richie, got some packs for you
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So come bitch, wanna talk bricks?
Let's get rich!
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T, I'm a paid man, plus a made man
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God must've had me in mind
when he made man
And don't worry,
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I'mma find all my enemies
soak my diamonds in
Hennessy
And come to
Krim
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Reaper, you gotta page me, I
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whip back the beepers
I'm all about a
Franklin's like
Aretha
And when it come to that coke,
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I'm the ring leader
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Don't make me sweep up the streets
with the street sweeper
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Come to my crib, let you see what I do
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Lock some walls down,
make the indoor pool bigger
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You can't relate to that talk,
because I'm too rich
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The hit is out, guess on who?
You!
You get it poppin', so do we, homie
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I don't care where you from
Who the f**k you get?
This is
D -Block
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Better breath than sick, cause it's on
It's on
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You get it poppin', so do we, homie
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I don't care where you from
Who the f*** you get?
This is
D -Block
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Better wreck they set, cause it's on,
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it's on
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You
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