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Verse 1 (D.C.P)






Ya'll boys try a dope deal dutchy sacks ready to roll cop a sack

from

dred down there on 74 'lac fogged up like you been hit with a

smoke

bomb eyes chinese like you been raised up in Hong Kong no joke

boy when

you roll through the MI 44 boy city gangstas bust them in the

sky streets

infested with sinners and bad body winners play your game right

dog

you might can take 1 out to dinner and combined souls now

jezabel got you

lace all eyes on dred when you walk up in the place with no fear

of God

what so ever mind only on chedder slanging out the blue beretta

hit the

club in somthing better just to show off your ice 38 on your

waist in the

back of the car you got a snipe praying Lord please forgive me

if I have

to bust asking you in advance just in case I have to rush



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End results ya'll its coming for ya

Cigar full of doja you can ball til you blow up

We never learn that's why many forever burn

Watch your rollie tick guaranteed it's hitting your turn



Verse 2 (D.C.P.)

Got a hold of two headturners one black and italian other girl

built

like a stallion down for whatever on her medallion boy be

careful about

these dade county girls they ain't no joke you get got with a

small 22

she pull out of her coat you just bent the corner blades

spinning like

propellers at the stop light some cats pull up in a tinted jetta

yellin

hey pull over look dog you got a flat next thing you know you

feel

something cold on your back it's miss itala mixed with black she

done

pulled out the gat make a false move cat she ready to attack

thugs

jumped out the back stripped him down like club rolex took

everything

to the car to the weed to the iced rolex they peeled off right

along with

the two chicks mouth wide open like he been yawning thinking i

can't

beleive this i don't deserve this yes you do if you be living

wrong these

are the results of the lifestyle of them boys who ain't living

long

now you pack more heat took back the four feet bullet proof the

black

fleet ride no less than four deep boy it's real in this hood of

reaping

and sowing for sure killas won't hesitate to bust your head over

dough



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Verse 3 (L.G. Wise)

Trapped on the block driving lex and coops iced up in the hood

with your

soljahs and troops but I salute you with truth now tell me how

could it

be little kids selling crack lying dead on dese streets it's

messed up when

you think your only hope is the dope we end up dead or in jail

so we

can't even cope 16 with triple beams selling weight to make

cream wanna

cry when I see me people can't even dream It's a shame how these

cats gone

say da name of my Lord spitting violence over beats got babies

caught

in the war and they lost not understanding what they doing it

for got

these judges throwing the books and closing the doors no more

time with

they family just a cell and cold floors like my Granny used to

say when

it rains it pours hustle to break bread just so you can stay fed

next

thing a closed casket cause they blowed off your head



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