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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
Chorus
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
Chorus
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
Chorus
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