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- ●𝖘𝖄𝕺●v1
- On fo' seven, the helicopter lights nearly blind me
- In the south east streets is were you might find me
- True bandana, my scanner, and my pager
- In the blue 1994 one blazer
- And I'm the one all the ho's want to get wit
- Jack Daniel punch and the indo spliff
- You don't like the way I kick shit
- You can get the dick six fo' three wheelin
- Mobbin to the picnic
- But somethin's missin, wake up and stop dreamin
- Tyshe let's take a ride to the coast to get a demon
- Bring it back to Gomper's Park before two
- And everybody know what the fuck we gon' do
- ●𝖘𝖄𝕺●v2
- my skull cap like a brick stack, the kid is back
- I told y'all niggas ninety eight lives that
- Yo, ninety nine I piss on rap
- Two thousand where your pistols at?
- Thunn, we be the men in black fatigue
- Thirty thousand dollar chains that swing
- Yo catch me in the street, poppin' that bullshit
- Catch a fat lift, holes all over your shit
- Bust guns like, nuts all over your bitch
- Yo you's a woman, tell me what the fuck you tryin' to do when
- You're growlin' all over the tape, you get chewed when
- I touch that shit, not only that on the concrete
- We splash more niggas than the wavepool did
- Check out my new shit, we blood spill, you still ice grill
- Mad cause your clique's shit is homo, the Mobb stay real
- You steady playin' the field
- Nigga you sideline rhyme, customers complain they can't feel
- ●𝖘𝖄𝕺●v3
- I was a terror since the public school era
- Bathroom passes, cutting classes, squeezing asses
- Smoking blunts was a daily routine
- Since thirteen, a chubby nigga on the scene
- I used to have the tre' duce
- And the duce duce in my bubble goose
- Now I got the mack in my knapsack
- Loungin' black, smoking sacks up in acts
- And sidekicks with my sidekicks rocking fly kicks
- Honeys want to chat
- But all we want to know is "where the party at?"
- And can I bring my gat?
- If not, I hope I don't get shot
- Betta throw my vest on my chest
- Cause niggas is a mess
- It don't take nothin' but frontin'
- For me to start somethin'
- Buggin' and barkin' at niggas like I was duck huntin'
- Dumbing out, just me and my crew
- Cause all we want to do is
- ●𝖘𝖄𝕺●v4
- We wreck the QBC, nigga rep yours it's all love
- Milli stacked down, heavenly guarded by hollow tip slug
- Then crack down, on wannabe thugs adapt to gat sound
- And bow down, slow the fuck up, see how my foul now
- Articulate, hittin body parts to start shiftin shit
- Never hesitant, it's the crack game unlimited
- Summon rasta we can do this, forever infinite
- Then reminesce, twenty years later how we was gettin it
- Either with me go against the grain you better hit me
- Leggin me or robbin me niggaz better body me
- 'Cause it's a small world and niggaz, talkin like bitches
- Bitches singin like snitches, pointin you out in pictures
- 'Cause she rep the QBC faithfully, playa hatin me
- All that bullshit, is just makin me
- More the better, then concentrate on gettin chedda
- If shorty set you up you better dead her, I told you
- Shape and mold you, sun you, then I hold you
- Like a pimp mind control you double edge blow you
- It'll be I, like I'm supposed to, the click is coastal
- International to local, Bacardi mix physically fix
- Hit you with shit, that'll leave a loose nigga stiff
- Probably thick, Son I solved em
- Pulled him in my world then evolved him to chaos
- Walk the beat like, around the way cops the average pitstop
- QBCity GodFather Part III, Gotti Gambino
- And Ty Nitty, Scarface rest in peace
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