97 Harris St

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[Intro] Humming [Verse 1] Pick up my phone, ten missed calls, bitch, what the fuck you want? Don't be rushing me on the stove, bitch, I'm almost done If this bitch break I'll use that blender like no other Make it stick to the pan, can't believe it ain't butter I got her hooked to this shit, she say she love the substance Paranoid as a bitch, prolly why I'm clutchin' Ask cuz did he see that, prolly think I'm buggin' Nigga I know what I saw, nigga, I ain't buggin' Ain't no one man above the crew, these niggas David Ruffin Have a nigga eating through a straw when I push the button Brodie ain't got no fucking lawn service but he keep the cutter Niggas playin' games while we eatin', bitch this ain't Dave & Buster's Hundred shots let off broad day, bitch, if we miss you lucky I know you be hidin', fuck around and we'll just get your cousin I said what the fuck I said, bitch, and you ain't hear me stutter I'll put them real gunners on you for that bread and butter RPs back to back, plus the Tris got me dozing off All week long I've been in this fit, bitch I'm going hard Had to take a trip down to the vet, guess I ain't know my dog Shined a light on shit thats in the dark, it damn near broke my heart Brodie jump off broad day with that Drac', that bitch a work of art You ain't really religious, but you play I'll send you close to god You ain't really got it and he do thats who you 'sposed to rob No matter what you do, you should never want to cross your dog Niggas got the game fucked up, they ain't got no morals G's got the knocks on him, I told him I'll blow for you I ain't really with that bullshit, stay away from me Ain't no fucking sign that say I'm a gangster, bitch, don't play with me Ain't talking 'bout them racist crackers, bitch, I got 3 K's with me Cuz don't wanna rap, he say he cool with being a gravedigger My mind fucked up, my head hurt, I'm getting tired They said they was in this shit 4L, I knew them niggas was lyin' The broke can't lead the broke, and the blind can't lead the blind Wish BK was still alive to hear him say it one more time Clutch the knocks in the bed, I sleep with murder on my mind Every time we go up on the score I'm sleeping kinda fine Every time we went to war turned niggas blocks to Columbine And Face could tell you every time "Nigga, stop me when I'm lyin'" On god