(*talking*)
What's the deal Nanu, (wha-wha boy)
Ah man, I'm sick and tired of fucking with these Columbians man
(shit man come with me), what's happ'ing
You gon beat these Columbians deal
(yeah man, I have everything you want)
I'm trying to get, like a thousand pounds
(don't worry bout that, I got everything covered), oh fa sho
(yeah man), the last motherfucker told me he was a snake in the grass
(don't worry bout that I buckshot them), ha feel this right here
[Hook - 2X]
They got snakes in the grass, snitches on the block
If you violate my block, (we drop your blood clot)
But there's one thang, you cowards should know
(you don't wanna test, a gangsta)
[E.S.G.]
1999, shine and grind at Wreckshop
Still had workers, moving nine and all rocks
'Fore the basketball stopped, the ref blow the whistle
'Fore I drop the top, I gotta cock my pistol
Launched the local missile, we city under siege
Remember my first brick, this part two G
Had a partna calling me up, from Oklahoma
Said he lost his connect, he use to have in California
Getting pounds of dro, egg syrup clear coat
I use to serve the dope, way back in 9-4
Peep this, it gets deeper as the story goes on
I told him call me back, I had Whitey on the phone
But that was just a lie, just made my play
Then the Red meet me, at the club in my two-way
Hard to stay away from paper, when you never had shit
So I met him at the club, in my trunk was a brick
What's the deal Nanu, (wha-wha boy)
Ah man, I'm sick and tired of fucking with these Columbians man
(shit man come with me), what's happ'ing
You gon beat these Columbians deal
(yeah man, I have everything you want)
I'm trying to get, like a thousand pounds
(don't worry bout that, I got everything covered), oh fa sho
(yeah man), the last motherfucker told me he was a snake in the grass
(don't worry bout that I buckshot them), ha feel this right here
[Hook - 2X]
They got snakes in the grass, snitches on the block
If you violate my block, (we drop your blood clot)
But there's one thang, you cowards should know
(you don't wanna test, a gangsta)
[E.S.G.]
1999, shine and grind at Wreckshop
Still had workers, moving nine and all rocks
'Fore the basketball stopped, the ref blow the whistle
'Fore I drop the top, I gotta cock my pistol
Launched the local missile, we city under siege
Remember my first brick, this part two G
Had a partna calling me up, from Oklahoma
Said he lost his connect, he use to have in California
Getting pounds of dro, egg syrup clear coat
I use to serve the dope, way back in 9-4
Peep this, it gets deeper as the story goes on
I told him call me back, I had Whitey on the phone
But that was just a lie, just made my play
Then the Red meet me, at the club in my two-way
Hard to stay away from paper, when you never had shit
So I met him at the club, in my trunk was a brick
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