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Nine-eight (2X)AhhhHit licks, Florida KeysOld players, old cheeseSmoke blunts, burn leavesTake fronts, gold treesAnytime, any grindAny gun, I don't careWon't snitch, when in doubtTop ?, blood's redSnap quick, trap quickerTony Montana, hot AtlantaFuck Santa, fuck jailFuck a cop, fuck a bail!You're dead wrong, headstrongDick long, got weightCrime rate, love/hateThey killed Nate, fuck NateSto' Eddie, real steelReal grill, real shittyGeorgia boys, Georgia girlsSongtexteStrap up, a real citySee I ain't guilty, the game's filthyAsk Nino, judge booked acounty time, 7th flo'For that, shot em bothTrunk one, punk oneJust me, straight hardBlackheart, lion-heartGet smart and rip your ass apartI'm in the, golden tank, no dankNo drank, no bankBad times, writtin rhymesDoin crimes, we on da grind..Watch me, raise upFeet down, triggermanSpitterman, biggermanMama's man, never ranHit the fan, hard weWhite bwoy, (him) countryOutdone, trigger happyHair nappy, my grandpappyHit the streets, on trackTree onions, freeze up!Re-up, my trapMy grip, hollow tips!The projects, still killsHard times, bad crimesGot mines, hoes ridinI'm lyin, fiends buyinI ain't sleepin, pockets leakinHoes freakin, I'm smokinGrippin oak in, ShabokenSun soakin, gun pokinBreak cool, full gatBulletman, you all dieGangstafied, gangsta tiesCrossed the T's, dottin I'sFoldin G's, one point fivePlushed out, hooped outNo doubt, big cloutWrong route, knocked outFoe who? MemoriesStreet thang, big 'caineBig game, big painInsane, we on da grind nigga..(Wicked!!!)Hit licks, Florida KeysOld players, old cheeseSmoke blunts, burn leavesTake fronts, gold treesAnytime, anywhereAny gun, I don't careWon't snitch, when in doubtTop ?, blood's redI snap quick, trapped quickerTony Montana, hot AtlantaFuck Santa, fuck jailFuck cops, fuck bail!You're dead wrong, headstrongDick long, got weightCrime rate, ? rateLove/hate, they killed NateThey sto' Eddie, real steelReal grill, real shittyGeorgia boys, Georgia girlsStrap up, a real cityI'm not guilty, the game's filthyAsk Wicked, judge booked acounty time, 7th flo'Fuck that, shot em bothI jump one, punk oneJust me, straight hardBlackheart, lion-heartGet smart and rip your ass apartGolden tank, no drinkNo drank, no dankBad times, writtin rhymesDoin times, we on da grind nigga Aus Songtexte Mania