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[Hook - 2x] The things, that`s on my mind When I be sliding by, in my city (in my city) It`s the things, that`s on my mind When I be sliding by, in my city (in my city)
[Z-Ro] I bet you wanna know what`s on my mind, when I be sliding by Mean mugging, relieving some of this stress don`t fuck with me You`ll get this beam, cause I ain`t trying to look in the rearview Cause if I done passed it, it`s forward march tired of living in the past bitch Wearing pain like it`s cologne, y`all niggaz tell me to be strong But y`all niggaz don`t even know, what the fuck is really going`s on After done-datta, searching for my throne I reign someday Heartless motherfucker, celebrate Black Sunday I blow dro, as the dirt covers the coffin up Life is so fucking hard, Jesus will it ever soften up I`m tired of crying tears in my eyes, when I roll through And I don`t trust nobody, that`s why I act like I don`t know you fools Y`all niggaz might fuck around, and jack your dog That`s the reason why when we be chilling, my pistol still up in my palm Cause I done seen some fucked up shit, at the red light Quickly pass on get my ass on, and keep my head right
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[Lil Boss Hogg] I`m on a gangsta roll, in my two do` Regal With four 12`s in my trunk, that`ll bump like a beetle Under the seat is the desert eagle, for you and your people Think you seen it the first time, this ain`t nothing but a sequel Niggaz is hating my G`s, keep skating my plates stay scraping I get most of my product, from Eses to Jamaicans Bandanas on my left antenna, and they can`t standing The scene is abandoned, when the first shot is fired and landed Two deep sliding my mask on, really get my blast on Creeping on cowards cocked up in a Coupe, getting my sag on Lift the front end up, let the ass end just drag on Me and a couple of loc niggaz, up in a rag rome Five deuce and six zones, six treys and six fo`s BMG B`s down moves, tree tops and windows Penitentiary poems on fo` do`s, dipping in low low`s Finger fucking my 4-4, on a bitch made nigga fo` do`
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[Trae] Slow mo`, when on the block 4`s glide so gangsta Trunk banging and screens raining, let my top down tailored Nothing but money to make, sliding through the West Niggaz left me for dead, so now I be equipped with a vest I got my mug on mind frame, on leave me alone I ain`t gotta explain shit, you niggaz better get the fuck on I done beat the game, just like my brother would say If you keep them niggaz away, you live to see another day I had a hater watching me, (what happened to that boy) I caught him slipping, and committsed a clapping through that boy I`m in hella-fied zone, trying to get my rhyme on If I can`t fuck it, I`ma still be breaking down zones From the bottom to the top, from the top back to the bottom Whatever they want whatever they need, believe I got em It ain`t no slowing down my hustle, with the block dried out I`ma bleed every section, until the block bleed out
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