You know how I gets down This pound hold six rounds I told you I'd be back bitch Talk that shit now You hear that fo fif sound Duck when I spit rounds 'cause this ain't Beverly hills You in the bricks now We ain't got shit down here but dope and guns for sell You get yo head cracked and niggas don't run and tell Its like we sell crack get caught head back to jail We on that fuck the police shit We livin' in hell You betta' guard yo grill homey And stand yo ground These bullets burn They hit who evers standin' around I never learn even after I took a couple shots I just got me some band-aids and bought a couple glocks Had to go on a rampage and hit a couple blocks Once they hear that 12-gauge that's when the trouble stops If its beef then I'm ready to ride Just come to brooklyn you can find me on the north side.

New York - Crooklyn.

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