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Where we at? (227, now, he's a little dog)
Bo Jackson (Mafia, what else?)
(They call him a puppy) let's get it
Uh-uh, uh (Creature Gang)
Crashed out, ran into a brick wall and broke the buffy (skrrt, skrrt)
Since Juvenile Hell, it been big paws on a puppy (yeah)
Burning hand work two in the bush, that's a rubber ducky (what else?)
On Hellblock and 6 Mile, rolling on my huffies
Stash house, cannon in my drawers catchin' all the custies
My face mask and my scale both kinda dusty
Got 'em tryna hem my long jeans, pin me up and cuff me (fuck 12)
Inside a kennel, still it's big paws on a puppy (let's get it)
It's a must that I'll tote this stick fucking with opiates
Emotionless if you ain't gang or one of my associates (227)
Life is what you make it, so try to make the most of it
Don't get it took in the blink of a eye, won't even notice it (what happened to that boy?)
Last victim to tweet on Blocks, his life is over with
I heard that nigga got dropped and was dead before he posted it (arrivederci)
Posted on the 6, playing with that Dobermann
Won't catch me lacking, keep that double action when I'm on the strip
(Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot)
Anything other than that is inappropriate
He committed his first murder swinging for the fence
On the strength, we don't do no attempts (at all)
You know them headshots hurt worse depending on how close you get (pow)
Crashed out, ran into a brick wall and broke the buffy (uh-huh)
Since Juvenile Hell, it been big paws on a puppy (yeah)
Burning hand work two in the bush, that's a rubber ducky (Blockworks)
On Hellblock and 6 Mile, rolling on my huffies
Stash house, cannon in my drawers catchin' all the custies (servin')
My face mask and my scale both kinda dusty (ayy)
Got 'em tryna hem my long jeans, pin me up and cuff me (what else?)
Inside a kennel, still it's big paws on a puppy (let's get it)
Kel-tec, buck fifty, and Super Soaker spit
Unload the flip-arounds, spin around while I unload the clip (grrt)
Pass a nigga the weed, woadie, I'm the team goalie
All these fucking blocks in the 6, streets need Boldy (Jackson)
More shooters than a league pass, put on my ski mask
In real life, shit making me feel like the '03 Cold (straight killer)
Loading hollows with killers, ain't have no role models (I didn't)
Besides Street Lord Juan, I wanted to be Hov (big brodie)
Left my feelings in Detroit when we first hit Columbus (The O)
Put my two-step on the books, it left my foot with a fungus (skrrt, skrrt)
All these push-ups and pull-ups, all these crunches and lunches (Bo for the kids)
All of these cases acquitted, all the record expungements (Boldy Bricks)
All this death I been dealin' with, ran out of cards to shuffle (what else?)
Ladder hangin' out of the stick like I'm marty Loves You (yeah)
When you become a moving target, make it hard to touch you
I done reached thousand E40s on my Charlie Hustle
Crashed out, ran into a brick wall and broke the buffy
Since Juvenile Hell, it been big paws on a puppy
Burning hand work two in the bush, that's a rubber ducky
On Hellblock and 6 Mile, rolling on my huffies
Stash house, cannon in my drawers catchin' all the custies
My face mask and my scale both kinda dusty
Got 'em tryna hem my long jeans, pin me up and cuff me
Inside a kennel, still it's big paws on a puppy
He won't bite
You had the drop on him
He don't know you from Adam
You supposed to get up close and personal and do that dirt
You gotta learn to take advantage of these situations
I ain't wanna get blood on them J's you got me