verse 1:
it was a hot summers night i was kickin it with gangsta.. fred out at hide park
rollin chasin paper.known we keep tha best of green so you know i'm
smokin,lotta niggaz out here clean so you know i'm scopin.i aint wit that
scuffin shit, or wit being broken,waitin for a sucka to stick, yeah thats what
i was hopin.spotted me a nigga,candy paint a hundred spokin,sippin on his
liquor wit that blowface on that cokin,bullets they will burn just like lava
that is molten,you victims will learn to resist'll get ya croakin.always kept a
thang and bandana never knowin,when i have ta git my mayne,pull em out and poke
em,all up in ya grill ya drops it off,cuz i have spoken, i know that your
sick,but lets not git ya momma mopein,snatched him out tha car hit tha gas dawg
it's hissin,he down came on down, but out his head a patch was missin.

chorus:repeat 2x
90 days at tha penna farm(that aint shit)3 bags and a firearm(that aint
shit)bogus tags and a bench warrant(that aint shit)police all at my mommas
home(that aint shit)

verse 2:

left tha car weeks behind cypress garden projects,east memphis where we make
the stang, and thats to far bet,nigga hit up fred for some rims, he said
whatcha like,sold em to our nigga bigga mayne out at mitchell heights,made tha
quicky change then we went and bought a pound pound,straight ta gangstaz house
with no remorse we broke it down down,20 dollar bags all in north memphis serve
em up,ridin wit these bogus tags,mayne we aint givin a fuck,map core on chelsea
ave seen tha sucka that we got,we done sold a bag to his patna now he lookin
hot,raisin up a pistol dawg and nigga started blastin, i returned tha favor,
you know me no questions askin,donuts in tha lot tha niggaz pulled off we got
blocked in,i hopped out tha car seen tha police and threw the glock in..to the
garbage can, they did'nt see me but they caught a nigga wit them three bags
gangsta fred wit his steel trigga,

chorus: repeat 2x

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