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4 Minutes (feat. Hot Boys)

You know we don't drop hits, uh uh

We drop classics nigga, uh huh

Cash money, c'mon, get at me niggaNigga thuggin' is in my blood and my genes

All the niggaz I fuck with, they bling bling

V.L. is my block my hood, my set nigga

Uptown is the spot where you get put to the test niggaBest be 'bout unloadin' a Tec, nigga

You better protect your head, fuck the chest nigga

I run with the killers guerrillas and the head busters

I grew up with murderers and hustlers, you can't trust 'emI been cut throatin' niggaz for a while now

I stay to tapin' and whoopin' ballers

Who got plots of birds or chickens or ki's or bricks, whatever

Click clack! I got to have it, no matterWhat the situation be

I'm 'bout my fetti, my dollars, my loot, my grip, my green

UPT 13 and CMB

Is what I represent for life and I'm H O T nigga

(4 minutes left)Dis bitch off the hook! Nigga never sleep

Dis bitch full of crooks, they hunt for the weak

Niggaz comin' home tryin' to hit 'em a lick

Wanna bounce from a quarter ounce up to a brickDem old side niggaz, them new side niggaz

Might get loaded but they do ride niggaz

They stuck in line, but right after it's all over

The block party jumpin' at Washington in MagnoliaThey smokin' weed, they slangin' D, they sellin' ki's

While bitches shakin' they ass in the middle of the street

You representin'? It better be M A G

Or niggaz gon' get mad and never let you leaveA bill mine, 6th Street and Hadley

Willow Street, Robertson and T.C.

It's on fire from the wars they cause

A bunch of ignorant motherfuckers wearin' camouflage

(3 minutes left)Yes, one-seven nigga, look

Niggaz step down to the nasty, filthy, dirty

Holly Grove, Carrington, 17 you heard me?

Need them, birdies? You should see WeezyPrices, cheaper than the average, ki's be

We be thuggers, stunners, hustlers

Kidnap mothers, rape with no rubbers

What the, hell? What is that I smell?No, it's not but it's a dead body by the canal

My grill, platinum, necklace, platinum

Rolex, platinum, Hot Boy, ask him

Blunts, we pass 'em, guns, we have 'emWe do not flash 'em unless we gon' blast 'em

My clothes, Rees, Tees, Girbauds

Fo'-fo's, semi-automatic calicos, brr! Reload, explode

Let it be told, I'm from Holly Grove, what?

(2 minutes left)Look, look, look, plenty got diamonds in my Rolex

Two karats on my finger, ten around my fuckin' neck

It's a must everyday that I keep my pockets fat

Got so many haters, that's why I stay strapped on my gatI bust back back, leave yo' bitch ass flat

Trust that if you play with me I dress in black

That's a fact, don't make me click up with Karen and Brad-Brad [unverified]

You head your lose that, ain't no comin' back back, I'm tellin' youPlay with me, your people, people gon' be smellin' you

Make me pop and throw, six niggaz gon' carry you

People don't have no money, they can't bury you

Don't have no insurance, you be in the freezer a week or twoBought that insurin' yourself, cousin

Get it how you live it nigga, when they come cousin

Gun, I'ma peel it nigga you can run cousin

Gun click get hit and you get stung cousin', stung cousin

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