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Whole team ridin', this my whole 'hood ridin'
 Whole team ridin', this my whole 'hood.
 I got twenty-five lighters on my dresser
 I had a shoot-out once
 I threw it twice, don't you test me
 My flow sick; I'm sneezing on the track, God bless me
 My neighbor lost her son to a bullet, God help her
 My wrap sheet clean, but all my homies got felons
 I be goin' so hard
 Shit I feel it's now or never
 I got a black queen like Keisha straight from Belly
 Her last man's hatin' and my old ho's jealous
 What's the recipe to kill these beats? I never tell it
 Back then, I turn my momma crib to a telly
 Fell in love with this one bad bitch, her name was Mary
 Introduced her to my bro, told my mom I'm gettin' married
 Everybody tellin' tales; liar liar, Jim Carrey
 A skinny-ass nigga, in the streets I'm hella heavy
 Every time I talk that street shit, they don't know about it
 I don't own no Maybach, I don't own no Bugatti
 All I own is a SS Ninety-Six Impala
 Drive it like a Nascar, knowin' it's a long body
 Word to Master P, I keep it G, I'm 'bout it 'bout it
 All the fiends call my phone cause they know I always got it
 Nigga stay fresh, stay fly like a pilot
 You can find my in the cut ducked off like I'm hidin'
 Dope man pulled up, boy that's perfect timing
 Nigga fuck with Route, they fuck around and start a riot
 Whole team ridin', bitch, my whole 'hood ridin'
 Word to my nigga Jizzle, real niggas never die
 On the corner sellin' stones all day and all night
 Good thing I had some work put away for a drought
 'Bout to go on tour, told my dime-piece to keep it tight
 Most of these rap niggas whack, don't believe the hype
 I been writin' all day, writin' raps and writin' kites
 To my nigga in the pen, they tryin' to give my nigga life
 We was chillin in the 'hood, on our Huffy's poppin' wheelies
 All we heard was gunshots, another body by the building
 I seen the car speed off, I think it was a Civic
 Know the color, know the shooter, still I never do no snitchin'
 Got a rat up in your crew, boy that's bad for your business
 'Bout to blow, I'm so close, fool, I'm talkin' fourth and inches
 Got a trill bitch who'll die for a nigga
 She keep her legs spread and let me dive in that kitty
 Lucky me.