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[00:12.76]XO, where we at with it?
[00:16.72]Shout out to the Real Bad Man
[00:18.72]Let's get it
[00:20.23]Can't even feel my fingertips, the blow done numbed my hands
[00:23.11]Ain't even have to leave the city, sold three hundred grams
[00:26.17]Remember packin' up an ounce, couldn't touch a ten
[00:28.62]But now they gotta cut it out or even cut me in
[00:31.43]At my junkie house, auntie tryna stuff a stem
[00:33.93]On the wheel with the twins and my brother's Schwinn
[00:36.68]I sold a brick, was short a O, he didn't wanna spend
[00:39.25]They gave my dawg a quarter roll, he took it on the chin
[00:41.49]They wasn't with me, I was shootin' in that open gym
[00:44.34]A nigga really in that field, this ain't no pretend
[00:46.79]Took a risk with my life, I just wanna win
[00:49.47]Drunk a six out the pint, but I sold a ten
[00:52.08]Steady knockin' heads down like some bowling pins
[00:54.68]Out in St. Paul with the Minnesota Twins
[00:56.80]Could shake a bag in the city, might hit the road, depends
[00:59.63]Had to remix a half-block just to roll a Benz
[01:02.28]You never seen a blow syringe or a fiend sick?
[01:04.76]Or seen what a junkie'll do to get a clean hit?
[01:07.26]Before I learned to hit the work, I had a mean wrist
[01:09.92]That shit'll turn a good girl into a mean bitch
[01:12.55]Bottles and 'caine, breakin' spliffs like my English
[01:14.93]All of my pain tailor-fit from the seamstress
[01:17.88]Thought he was illy 'till I hit him with the remix
[01:20.02]That's how I know niggas ain't really on no street shit
[01:23.05]I'm at the station, sweatin' bullets, leavin' Washington
[01:25.48]Talkin' Seattle, not D.C., know we the mafia
[01:27.93]Product of the pavement from Charlevoix to Stahelin
[01:30.39]Hoppin' out the iron maiden down in Baltimore with Raven
[01:33.15]AR on the backseat, got it folded in the blanket
[01:34.96]Nigga try stop me from eatin', we gon' roast him at the banquet
[01:38.11]Toastin' to the gangstas, never spoke or wrote a statement
[01:40.48]Streetsweepin' with that Mossberg, custodian for maintenance
[01:43.37]Feds buildin' cases, niggas foldin', niggas breakin'
[01:45.89]Tripped 'em up like a crossword, they roll 'em in from Adrian
[01:48.41]Got in trouble once with the coca out in Dayton
[01:50.90]So he gave his plug up, down in Boca with the Haitians
[01:53.62]No remote location and your homie gon' be waitin'
[01:56.19]We gon' snatch his little brother up and throw him in the basement
[01:58.86]Hawkin' on Belhaven, used to post up in them vacants
[02:01.42]Put the wrong mix on the blow, the shit too strong, got 'em faintin'
[02:04.24]You never seen a blow syringe or a fiend sick?
[02:06.76]Or seen what a junkie'll do to get a clean hit?
[02:09.21]Before I learned to hit the work, I had a mean wrist
[02:11.91]That shit'll turn a good girl into a mean bitch
[02:14.65]Bottles and 'caine, breakin' spliffs like my English
[02:17.20]All of my pain tailor-fit from the seamstress
[02:19.64]Thought he was illy 'till I hit him with the remix
[02:22.12]That's how I know niggas ain't really on no street shit
[02:27.07]That's how I know niggas ain't really on no street shit
[02:32.12]That's how I know niggas ain't really on no street shit
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