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92, baby
OC living that's Organised Crime, man run round there let's fry man
Diligence
Simba, I'm surprised to see you
Ride, no Uber super, I beg a boy please try mad man
Dbo Fundz, you can't miss me on road
Yo, spin dat, is that my man?
Hold up, let's find man
I take my shots, my shots don't miss, never wave my stick like a blind man
OC living that's Organised Crime, man run round there let's fry man
If I get charged for the M that's life, man
I ain't tryna do no time, man
Yo, hold on, where's my man?
Let's hop out and grab man
At the back of the ride, no Uber super, I beg a boy please try mad man
Them boys my son like junior, every one knows D's town where you'll find man
We'll jump out, let's fry man, not on beef don't waste my time, man
Yo, since - came back from the gulag, please tell me that your mandem slide
Add a K to the 9, no K9, all of my opps just bark, no bite
Them man stay inside, don't lie, you don't go on glides
And wanna spit my name on a mic when your bro-bro - done fought for his life
And I never got chased by a Rambo knife, but your bro got chinged by a Rambo knife
Every other time that we go on glides the number of patients in hospitals rise
You should thank God for your bro-bro's life, 'cause really and truly the boy should've died
Most of my opps been hospitalized, but they still love talk on my 92 guys
They can't talk on me and the guys cah most of their guys been cheffed or done up
Got yinged by bro on the B-side block, I don't know how that yute still got up
They don't make no bands, get your bread up
Sleeping on hospital beds, aren't you fed up?
I ain't seen them yutes in a while, it's like none of the niners wanna get dead up
Yo, hold on, broski where you there when we slid to the 9?
But got done, Ozzy ran for his life, I can't blame that kid, he was petrified
I need to stay on my grind but the money keeps calling
I might shot two packs, I might bust a rhyme
Yo, back to the trap one time cah all I like see is them euro signs
Spin dat, is that my man?