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  • (feat. Royal T, Point Blank, OG Spanish Fly)
  • [Royal T]
  • Hell Yeah
  • Check this out
  • It's mother*****in' Royal T homie
  • Up on this *****
  • *****in' vatos yappin' homie
  • We don't ***** around at Low Pro
  • [Verse 1]
  • Never *****ing around
  • You wanna be known the way I be puttin' them down
  • Bucking them down fool, the way I be getting around
  • Hard on the city, be fellin' your pity, just hopin' there's no tomorrow
  • When ever you mom's on my mind fool, you know the time
  • The way I murder and slaughter you father, your mother, and your daughter
  • When ever you comin', you better be gunnin', before I make my mother*****in'
  • ?? comin'
  • Gang bangin' in the 6-1-9, Low Pro keep it real when we on the grind
  • I'm stuck up fool, I don't hear the hater's talkin'
  • I focus on chips, that bullshit keep walkin'
  • Got at your ex, cause baby doll keep jockin'
  • Got her, sprong on the dick, now that ***** is night stalkin'
  • Tryna be my baby's mama, but chill baby doll
  • I already got one, that drive's me up the *****in' wall
  • I'm just tryna ball, and be single and free
  • Now watch me hope a '63 from L.A. to S.D.
  • [Chorus x2:]
  • It's so ruff, so tuff, the shit we been trough (What!!)
  • A Whole lotta hatin', be still continue (Biatch)
  • Making dope track's that still offend you (What!!)
  • Either we gonna hit the street's or we gonn hit'chu (Oooooo)
  • [Verse 2]
  • I'm old school, no 20's, I roll 13's
  • S.D., Jersey, it's about time you heard me
  • Slow motion through the city
  • Needy with the greedy
  • What'chu know about the Low Profile committee
  • Scopin' chica's with the tight clothes
  • Always spittin' tight flows, hit'chu with oh, five holes
  • What'chu ready to die holmes?
  • Watch me get my shine on, watch me get my ride on
  • If you got beef, homie, we gonna collide homles
  • True gangster shit, get on my hit
  • Now trip if you wanna trip
  • But I spit flows, equivalent, 2 slug's of the clip
  • Don't slit, we got it on lock, keep da block from burnin' down
  • Platinum sounds, made enough cash, to put you underground
  • Hell yeah, got that heat, 17 shot's across the street
  • I made that money, and like *****, I'm gonna kill it
  • Ese's don't play, we roll mad ??
  • Test the ball's on my homie, you'll be dead in the street of Southeast
  • [Chorus x2]
  • [Verse 3: Lil' Rob]
  • I wake up in the morning, can't wait for night time
  • You said you got a style but it's not quite like mine
  • You said your *****ing real? then let's keep it real
  • You wanna be like me cause I got the rap appeal
  • You little leva, every time I hear your name
  • I laugh cause I know you, claimin' that your somethin'
  • You ain't nothin', your bluffin', so ruff, so tuff
  • When your on the mic, put it down, like your head
  • When I saw you at the mall that night
  • Every thing you say is dumb, crack my cranium
  • I'll crack you cranium, in the center, of Qualcomm Stadium
  • With everybody watchin', "You can only witness the thing's you see
  • Not the things you hear" remember that, so stop talking
  • mocking what your jocking, next time you see me puto, keep on walkin'
  • Don't be stopping or we'll be boxing
  • You hate me, but you play me, how else would you hear this
  • Checkin' out my lyrics cause you fear this you can't get near this
  • [Chorus x2]

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