Brick Van Exel

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I'll be the shark
 Yeah
 Came up on Stahelin down the street from Bren and Devin
 1011, ganged up with ConCreatures, 227
 Niggas snitchin', who you tellin'? Caught a body, move with Evan
 Lost wallet, made me feel like I just fell right out of heaven
 Raw baby, always told me I was special
 Taught me watch out for the double-crossin', don't let 'em finesse you
 Shortin' 'em fifty-six grams, I'll catch you on the next two
 Was rollin' for my uncle, now I front 'em to my nephew
 Can't fall, who gon' catch you? Ain't no runnin' to your rescue
 Plug bless you, then you throw the phone away after he text you
 Can't stress to you enough, can't fuck up if I connect you
 In Detroit, the streets is multiple choice 'cause they gon' test you
 Send a message and address you, chopper city in the ghetto
 Skinny nigga with the freckles, Dr. Hyde, Mr. Jekyll
 How much you wanna bet you never had to speak on Drexel
 Splittin' a rex, I'll whip it with the left, Nick Van Exel
 Let's get it
 Gave it to Nick Van Exel who has thirty-six seconds, two-point game
 He only has to keep it on the floor, now he drives
 After bell's not gonna take it, Van Exel will, seven to shoot
 Van Exel with the leap for the tie, you got it!
 Time out, Sacramento
 Could this be better?
 Could this be better? An unbelievable game, unbelievable shot
 Every time I met up with the plug felt like a setup
 Little cuz facin' letters, I just told him keep his head up
 Only thing that I could tell him, quarantinin' with the felons
 Got out, got on, took it to Bowling Green where I could sell 'em
 And triple up the profit while I feed 'em anesthetics
 Big Creature like the relic, play with me and get beheaded
 Unlawfully ever after to these streets, my bewedded
 Spend that paper, spin the BM with this Drac', get him shredded
 Touched down in Gainesville, booked a suite with her debit
 Servin' all these pain pills, they look at me as a medic
 Risk-takin' for this relish, bricks flakin' like the Tedes
 Cook a ki' then I sweat it, cookin' peas from Angela's
 Used to walk the dog, take it off the leash, then I pet it
 Could've got us all jammed, but lucky he ain't live to tell it
 We dyin' in prison, the only thing a nigga dreadin'
 Told him I was gon' kill him, he ain't believe me when I said it
 Let's get it
 

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03:08
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146 BPM

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