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[Verse 1: Smoke DZA] Rightttttttt These fuck boys be wanksters I don't really know who what, filled them tanks up Comin' through like they wan' front, get them spanked up They must really think our guns filled with blanks huh? Like black ain't got strap in the lobby Like a mosh pit, guaranteed catchin' a body You know my set foul ever since we was snotty You know 9/11 niggas stay catching them hommeys uh [Bridge 1:] So what you gon' say? All you dudes talk tuff all your dudes don't play Well I don't believe that shit, I think you're Crews blades And we expose you niggas if you come our way [Verse 2: Smoke DZA] So don't play with me son The Kush God, never bite the hand you eat from The rap world, still don't get it, they sleep son Either that or the nigga just really dumb But fuck that, I'm just making my runs Downtown Harlem nigga, get it poppin' with anyone Them niggas can't talk cause they don't get any funds And they [?], lemme [?] come SongtexteBut they can't last with the heathens I be on the block sour D'in' And then them cops caught me sleepin' I guess that joint gettin' eaten I guess that joint gettin' eaten I guess that joint gettin' eaten I guess that joint gettin' eaten I guess that joint gettin' eaten [Bridge 2: x2] I'm from the 212 I'm on the Downtown side, what you wan' do? I got my joint lit. And I'm faded too But watch for the black Impala when they come through Cause they high blowers. Known for fucking 'round with the high rollers Aus Songtexte Mania