61st to 64th

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 61st to 64th, ain't nobody on that porch
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 Everybody got a .30, everybody tryna score
 Catch him lackin', get the blick and he don't blick back, chase him down
 Bullets rippin' through his chest with extra clips for all these switches
 Opps, they see me and they know to run, my Glock a golden gun
 How you tryna beef with me? You don't even own a gun
 Yo' lil' homie died, you ain't blick back, who gave lil' folks a gun?
 All these b- suckin' d-, they come with us, they using tongues
 Pull up in that scat fast, chrome hearts, a fresh tag
 Balled a bad b- out and sent her home with a wet a-
 N- get to tweakin', we don't think first, we just splat, splat
 And I slimed plеnty n- out, I could say slatt, slatt
 I'll come to your city for a show
 I ain't gon' perform if I don't get Glock through thе door
 B-, I'm from the 'Raq, I ain't gon say it's on the floor
 HotHead burnin' in my Backwood, that's the only thing I smoke
 Roll up that Marty, Josh, Foxx, Scrapp, Joc pack
 Doon, Lil D, Ricky, Moses and Scrapp, bam gettin' smoked now
 Y'all still ain't get y'all lick back, y'all still ain't get y'all get back
 Whole city know we with that, first n- caught shit splat
 61st to 64th, ain't nobody on that porch
 Everybody got a .30, everybody tryna score
 Catch him lackin', get the blick and he don't blick back, chase him down
 Bullets rippin' through his chest with extra clips for all these switches
 Opps, they see me and they know to run, my Glock a golden gun
 How you tryna beef with me? You don't even own a gun
 Yo' lil' homie died, you ain't blick back, who gave lil' folks a gun?
 All these b- suckin' d-, they come with us, they using tongues