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Ooh, on the deadlocks, on the deadlocks Ooh, on the deadlocks, on the deadlocks
Look, I was out of town on some bullshit Smoking on some bullshit, now I'm back on my
Bullshit Front if you want, you can get here with a
Full clip Blue bandana banging, it's a must
Going on the right, trying to get these dogs up
Telling that bitch to bring that ass back I'ma make her holler, smash her in the collar
Telling that bitch, don't play me Pussy with your mans, now you're laying in
The ditch You know I'ma talk my shit
Go by G-code, never fucking snitch That's the rules that we live by
In these fucking shades, I only wanna see blue faces
Left side flag, then we cross-passing You enemy, I ain't giving out no passes
Empty our shells, let you fuck niggas have it
It's really thirsty, banging Pussing on the block with the big homies
What is you saying
It's really B-Street Nine nickel, ten track, fucks gas all day
Shout out to my niggas from the blue gates Throwing up big M's
My niggas with the extras all day Front line, and if you want
You can get killed in broad daylight Used to be stay safe, now I stay dangerous
So when you see me, cuss, fuck a red light Hop out, do my shit, make a pussy boy think twice
Been catching fags, I'ma stay earning shites
Mafia everything, part of blunt gold Just like a redneck, I'm a real B-Street
Lil' ass to the low, you better ask about me
I'm really from the streets, ain't playing no games
I know, knock on your door man
All my niggas back in the game
3-5-9, murder squad, pretty big dome
M-O-P, my nigga Tony, I been on
Ooh, on the deadlops
On the deadlops
Ooh, on the deadlops
On the deadlops