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If them rats in ya sections Won’t step a foot Tell A nigga can’t name a hood That I ain’t good in Like Alaska & Nebraska Don’t matter Im still Joogin Potna mix baking soda Dnt know shit bout cooking On the block no cleets Bitch we still juking Don’ dø the boot ups better Watch where you looking Finesse a nigga out his pack Tell’em welcome to crooklyn An ya daddy not a gangster herd he ratted when they booked him F*ck a truce We gone give’em A banner like his name Bruce Sitting in funeral Look wtf u made me do Ya touch a dollar An i pop one in ya collar Smoking medical marijuana Got me feeling like a scholar I hit lake forest Rode crowder then Dwyer Had to hitt’em wit that static When I herd he had a wire Ya yu know I be boolin But Gee b quick to roof ya Man my son arm raise Wake a nigga like a rooster Knock ya off Funeral parlor Is ha they view Shells in ya organs We gone chop an screw From the voodoo city they Calling me a guru Looking at me like who knew You fucking cunts yu can die From a krillen disc Choking on fumes Sending shots At u lil shits An when the shit personal I want the world to witness it That nigga was snake But they paint him Like he innocent Like he wasn’t in to shit (Niggaz ain’t ready Fa me) I said them niggaz ain’t ready fa me Ima pull with it I said gee he gone Pull up with it (V2) My ar rock an roll Plies I got glock control Katch ya stupid ass in Traffic an run ya off the road Niggaz b sippin We gone call’em toad Doing buck down sam houston like f*ck the toll Taking bongs rips of andrietti Outta of big bowl An just cause they grew up Withcha don’t mean They rooting Fa ya Catch’em outside of the gym An they ain’t shooting Fa ya Owe ya bread an them Niggaz still ain’t recoup it Fa ya Hollow hit ya head an the Paramedics gone scoop it Fa ya