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[Chorus:] I'm throwing up my hood in every city that I step in Swagga on killa, automatic weapon Watch these niggas burn, this is my confession As the world turns I'm just doing it for my section I'm reppin for the crib, reppin for the crib Reppin for the crib, yea I'm reppin for the crib Yea I'm reppin for that four one, for that four one Cause you know I had to do it for my section Where you from? [Verse 1:] LOS! I'm out that back up, back up Get away from the blaka blaka, get it straight Niggas need to get a cake, get the crack in the day, Put crack in the cat, push back to the Yay Where they hug blocks, buww shots, Hustle all day, scream fuck cops Run shots, hitting in the hole Niggas ain't never had enough guap What pops? household? Niggas ain't never had a whole house Lights off, red dude Landlord said we gotta roll out And it's cold out, what the fuck Roll out, button up Zone out, toughen up No doubt, fuck is up Uh, my niggas get it from them Cuban dudes Push squares on blocks, then flip them like a rubiks cube! Before I took a milli it was silly on the beat Keep it trilly, man my niggas had a milli in the streets There's some things about my past that feel really incomplete But if you stomping me to death you couldn't kill me with the feet I'm from Baltimore city ain't nobody stopping this flight Best rapper alive, you don't like it, we could fist fight [Chorus:] I'm throwing up my hood in every city that I step in Swagga on killa, automatic weapon Watch these niggas burn, this is my confession As the world turns I'm just doing it for my section I'm reppin for the crib, reppin for the crib Reppin for the crib, yea I'm reppin for the crib Yea I'm reppin for that four one, for that four one Cause you know I had to do it for my section Where you from? [Verse 2:] Uh Ok, I'm form where that drama come, around just like karma come Back around, just ask around, no backing down, we palm a gun I've been on my money chase, momma hear them commas come, So I could fill up banks at the crib, like I'm Carlton I got the will to survive and they can't live, The bitches switch characters on niggas like Aunt Viv The Crown Ain't Safe, ya'll niggas just dense Ya'll want to know who took it, I left you Fresh Prince Flip that shit, till I get that coupe Hit that stripper to get that loot Whip that soda on the side, yea that chicken noodle soup Make them fiends harlem shake, but they never fall down I'm the big deal from a small town [Chorus:] I'm throwing up my hood in every city that I step in Swagga on killa, automatic weapon Watch these niggas burn, this is my confession As the world turns I'm just doing it for my section I'm reppin for the crib, reppin for the crib Reppin for the crib, yea I'm reppin for the crib Yea I'm reppin for that four one, for that four one Cause you know I had to do it for my section Where you from?
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