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Canal Street

Aiyo, ya'll ready right? (professionals) Aight

None of that fronting shit, neithers, nigga, it's broad day (immediatly, nigga)

(What the fuck nigga talking bout?) Word up, the store is over there,

Nigga, let's go

(Have I ever fronted on you nigga? Yo, you grab the three from him,

You grab the heatholders)

Yeah, we got the big jewelry in the window (you grab the watches, nigga)

You seen that shit? You seen that other shit? (You better come out and

Do something, nigga)

Right, good good, that's me right there, aiyo you, everybody come out

All you gotta do is just come with the bricks, son

I got a big brick in the muthafucking little bag, nigga

Take that, just smash the shit out

Bout four-five niggas gon' spit it

Move! Let's go. police, come on son! They right down the block, nigga

Ya'll got that? You check the train station, one son (Good!)All of our fathers is bank robbers, holding techs

Eighths of heroin, shooting in the steps

In the 60's, niggas was poor, check the revelation

Now we rock six fifties in the snow

AK's, AR's, wire jaws, say ours

Wirecell frames in the rain, Marvin Gaye on

Goose bubbles on, stuck in the huddle, trynna transform

Every gram action to a sandstorm

Fly through my block you live, make a bitch stop

Have your shit cocked, yo, niggas might dive on you

All we wear is Filas, Guess, suede fronts, beehives

Bally sneakers, big jewels, Levi'sBack to slinging every 45 minutes

G's fleeing, fiends is in the building OD'ing

The drugs is in the ground, burners on the side of our legs

It's gonna happen so you know we low keying

Yeah, can't sell in here, yup, I said it

Yeah, can't tell in here, they won't credit niggas

Just a lifestyle, the holders with the drugs is dreaded

Just a typical day to get wiped outBroad day jungle, living with the rodents

The goons'll run through, blow a bag and hunt you

Always flaky, calluses hands my mans

Come through the avenue, Swiss cheese patrants

Blood that flood the hall, every head'll drop

Jump in the Maybach, switch the station

These rap niggas is wash, hang 'em on the pole, no head

Pajama top, handcuff with a gosha

We realer than the Spanglers Rep Posse squad that's dangerous

Take it back to the Lee's and Wranglers

Take what we want, explain this

Famous for my kitchen knives, reigns and the fifths are stainless

Gun down your trooper, grenade your coupe up

Plain and simple niggas is poo-putt

Fuck with my crew, what? Either you shot or you cut

Real nigga to real nigga, man, you know how we get down, man

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