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Hey pass me a beer man Here you go Man that nigga been standing on the same goddamn spot Slagin' that shit about the last 4-5 days man Wit the same clothes on, ain't even been home yet I don't even think so I wonder if he smoking or selling That shit he had to be smoking or snortin' something To up for them 4-5 days Naw, I heard he shot somebody man For real? That's the reason why he probably can't go home Yeah, you know like what you call been missing to man I think that's the nigga, he suppose to be frontin' his money to That's why the police been drivin' around so hard Yeah, burning the spot up man, yeah Yeah, we might need to gone call 528-CASH That nigga ass and turn him on in We need to man to make that little change man Get some mo beers or something Yeah, we gone do that Need to hurry up and gone, turn that nigga ass in man make This neighborhood probably a little bit safer man A little bit more Atleast for us or somthing dang Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips Watchin' for the pigs, splitin' hataz wigs Stackin' me some grip, playa can ya dig? Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips Watchin' for the pigs, splitin' hataz wigs Stackin' me some grip, playa can ya dig? Project Pat a nigga that's down for his crown man If your ass step I'ma be downtown man 4th floor bound man that's if I get caught man Push me to the edge so it really ain't my fault man See I gotta die man, don't you even try man Enemies gone bleed once, I let these bullets fly man Momma gonna cry man, I like to get high man Niggas passing plates snortin' line after line man I got's to get mine man, robbing was the crime man That a nigga did but I done serve my time man Put that all behind man, get out on the grind man Slang some of this dope in the steets or my ride man See I ain't a fool man, fuck listen to you man Why you in my grill? And you knowin' we ain't cool man Project ain't a duck man, see I know waz up man Get up off my dick like a motherfucking slut man Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips Watchin' for the pigs, splitin' hataz wigs Stackin' me some grip, playa can ya dig? Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips Watchin' for the pigs, splitin' hataz wigs Stackin' me some grip, playa can ya dig? Where I'm from man, ain't no sunshine Only shine on a doggs ass if his ass don't get on the grind Doin' time help a nigga out to clear up my head Use to have a shank and a knife that was by my bed It was said I would end up dead working in the streets But the streets is the only thang I see payin' me quarter key fuck Servin' deals rockin' to the shake slangin' guns slangin' TV's Man, I'm tryin' to make all I can my nigga puncho at a hoes house Get her drunk, take her to the back, put dick in her mouth Leave the front door unlocked, my nig turn the radio Pull the car up into the yard, cleaning out the hoe You should know that a burglary really ain't for me I just got out the tentary tryin' to get my feet Get the cheese off the merchandise, went a bought a deal Nigga , please you say you don't steal I'ma keep it real Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips Watchin' for the pigs, splitin' hataz wigs Stackin' me some grip, playa can ya dig? Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips Watchin' for the pigs, splitin' hataz wigs Stackin' me some grip, playa can ya dig? Hataz like to get a playa twisted in that bullshita And game splita I'm also a wig splita your ass getta Shoot up by the 9 mila, your cap I drilla When fucking with real nigga the chrome trigga Shall regulate a punk quicker a bullet hit ya I'm zoned of that brown liquor you need To get ya nose outta niggas biz quit spreadin' rumors Like a motherfucking punk bitch, my trunk is the bed For a kidnapped victim, hollow point hit them pull out my gun Your hands, you get them up in the air Ah, because you came to me in error, don't wanna scare ya See you have manifest in terror I know these bullets Will pop your shit off like a meleon, let's bust it up man Fuck man who you tellin' it's armagedeon the North Memphis crack We sellin' you, pass me the potent weed is what they yellin' Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips Watchin' for the pigs, splitin' hataz wigs Stackin' me some grip, playa can ya dig? Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips Watchin' for the pigs, splitin' hataz wigs Stackin' me some grip, playa can ya dig? Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip Rocks in my sock, pocket full of chips Watchin' for the pigs, splitin' hataz wigs Stackin' me some grip, playa can ya dig? ...

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JORDAN HOUSTON, PATRICK HOUSTON, PAUL BEAUREGARD

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September 14, 1999

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