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| From the top, Back again motherfkers It's 3am in the mornin like what mixtape fkin wit me man westcoast dawn u no me ***NEW JERSEY DEVIL!!*** ohh sht you arleady know when im about to do dis sht body and sht, yeh black wall st niggaz the black jim halfer thats me ch ch check yo ayo these rap niggaz bore me flow darn and so corny thats why when i drop sht they jump on it like this they love it homo niggaz choke when the game on the line dallas cowboy roll on niggaz i got more btchs more diiggers 07 im hittin more switches hip hop broke im gone fix it i was away for a minute in europe on tour now im back bonjour the flow is so pure i was baptized by the duggy freshes lost my way and got recklace to much beefin had me screwed up like texas so i had to take em back to da 98 lexus take the grill off for dinner chop the crack for breakfast theres a million niggaz like me red strings and there nike's some official some softer then scarr tissue thats life b deal with it carry the steel with it if you hard peel with it one dome shot if you real with it im from Compton son aim at a target and i will hit cocain game put red sauce on ya bills fit it see me in the streets ill probably ho or sometin beverly hills spendin money like im operahs son thats why the btchs feel me and they baby dady's wanna kill me run up on the range fkin with game he gone bang picture you bleedin, all stretched out bearly breathin huffin and weesin as the range rover tires screechin i been coached by the og's chased by the police you aint never seen a nigga hit a fence like me catch me if you can leonardo de caprio they say im not a real blood the hood is backin me though niggaz like d bo white boi forgin nut ask big dan if young game jogged da block hog the rock sell it if its hard or not before they call the cops ill rip apart the block im in the bathroom flushin out the window out the back gate tomorrow guess what. im on the same corner hustlin i dun sold weed sold ex so crack never been snitched on cuz i aint never ran wit no rats never left my grandmama house without loadin up both straps never fumbled runnin like berry sanders know that i vow to hustle till theres no more crack and directly got a young nigga to fold those packs the black jim halfer let me introduce you to tha show stopper mr lamboghini driver low pro copper, he is i and i am he we are one like the moon and the sun OG i been around kid hustlin wit grown man around seen homies get shot and watched bodies spin around aint harlin from mawson but i gotta respect got niggaz there shot town, an mo town im well connected get ya body dropped off anytime i please let the trap snap on the rat you'll die eatin cheese get on my knees pray for ario kennef supreme i pledge aliegience to the hustlers keep leavin ya dream one.. ayo skee man this sht is too easy ya know what im sayin we put out mixtapes when the fk we feel like it not when you want it when the fk we feel like it and im the CEO of motherfkin blackwall st records blackwall st enterprises blackwall st pornos blackwall st toilet tissue blackwall st motherfkin car detailin blackwall st car wash nigga blackwall st socks shoes motherfkin ovens kitches appliances im blackwall st's president CEO fkin fk it! |
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