Intro Hand It Down

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Nah this ain't jigga it's your lil' nia bleek

Reportin' to these motherfkers live from the street

Game I peeped those my mind so advanced

At nine I used to geese hoes for easter clothes

Peep the steez I represent for all those with twenty eight grams

On a come up tryin' to creep the keys

Large niggaz told me park the car keep the keys

Find a hoodrat and creep to mickey d's

First gun two bullets niggaz know I do pull it

Niggaz tryin' to kill me dog who wouldn't

Screw gooden I pitch in the pj's

Lit off the ej I split dutchies with my ring finger

You find a bch that don't be cream bring her

Last seen with bing he got dropped between us

Sh*t is constant that's why I pack the Johnson and Johnson

For the nonsense who wants it

I go to sleep with a picture of a porsche on my wall

Man I'm tryin' to come up on y'all

Get one up on y'all that's why I hustle in these streets

From sundown to sunup on y'all

Mama said keep bullshittin' they'll kill you dead

One week of this hustlin' brought a livin' room set

Went to tom d's niggaz mad veins out

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