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Fool me twice
But not a third time
No more chances for you
Fed up with the lies
Had to block all your digits
You can't hit my line
Now you hit all my

Bigger the nigga the bigger the shot
We like a band how we march on the block
We got a drum, and a stick on a glock
They say its hot when we step in

the coke, I love the drip
I need to get my chips in line to buy some of the drugs I sniff
Homecoming was a hit or miss, I swung the bat so hard, the ball

27 Bitches Shot By My Glock 
The AR Came WIth a Stock
Bitch Im Hard as A Rock
We Shooting Niggas on The Block
We Slip On The Scene With a Mop
Bitch

Pull up in the drop (drop)
She gone make it pop (pop)
And her mouth wide
In the box (box)
Cup full of wok (wok)
Don't measure the line
You just

play
Broadcasting from the boulevards of cold wind
Im from where ugly shit is happening every now and then
Im on the block looking smooth
On the block

Yea yea yea
Yea yea yea

The champ is here! The champ is here!
I crossed the line on to the other side of
Fear, yea I'm shinin' bright my inner

Yea yea yea
Yea yea yea

The champ is here! The champ is here!
I crossed the line on to the other side of
Fear, yea I'm shinin' bright my inner

he expired
So many shots, get his jersey retired
We hit they block, back to back, know they tired
With choppas and gats, see bursts of fire
That nigga

ever say I love you I swear to God I'mma hold it down
I been on the block, running from the cops,
I been dodging from these niggas they ain't even wanna

Waiting for me at the crib I'm on the block again
She know ima dog she tried to make me block her friend
Cause she seen she was on my line I already popped

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

(Chrome)

Brand new glock, finna pick 'em off
Round your block, finna pick 'em off
Hall of Fame and you can't enroll
Had him

Yea yea yea
Yea yea yea

The champ is here! The champ is here!
I crossed the line on to the other side of
Fear, yea I'm shinin' bright my inner

Free out my niggas, locked up in the slam Eastside hoe, wanna do it, on cam
Nigga finna chop it up, whip it up, yam Hit a nigga, block up, make a nigga

the bag and fuck it up
Check the tags, where you at
That's your block, we light it up
I'm medicated at the bank
I'ma fuck it up, that's your baby
Why she

Wickedness block me at times wonder will I make it through
If not for God then for the people who I live with too on earth
Light I'm posed to be but

Uh
Uh
Uh
Uh
I-I-I-I got love for Gina
Like dat nigga Martin
Silly nigga don't get me started
Up da block from the jects
Temper like Ron Artest
Nigga

Made you flinch, made you jump
Got that bass makes the whole block bump
Made you look, made you stare
Every time I rhyme, you gasp for air

Every corner

out, no show
Lil bro, flaking and shaking no cold
Niggas pull up on our block, damn they bold
fuck it, we fucking, pull hair, yeah i'm up in
Damn, up in

and Bowe Jack Vandam grab the gun
Nigga one cock it pop it cause I already got it loaded
They tried to stop it and block it soon as I got it I done scored it

five park the car I'm boutta hop out and get em
And I'm bending the corner line him up with some fat shit
And she wet as a bitch break her back when I'm

Our eyes, catch sync
We EXPLODE
Time, Shift
Time, Shift
Time, Shift
Time, Shift
Ring around that rose
Fucking make your block spin
Timmy, that's my

Get In Line

Juvenile

Checkmate

2000

Now point the nigga out if he wan' do it with me
Step to the front of the line, let me see who you be
Air and opportunity that ain't nothin' to me
Look,

Skrr skrrt skrrr TRAP
Pull up and get you some 
Take Risk And Prosper Strugglin Is No Option
Traffic 
Phone line jumping like a rabbit
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