[Verse 1:]
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Niggas out here snitchin, do my dirt all by my lonely
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I been in the D so long that I don't even like Coney
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And you could never be my homie
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I'm a Linwood nigga that was raised up on bologna
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Say we over here (hustlin), over there (grindin)
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Calculator wrist watch, multiply my timing
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I be with your girlfriend, say she like my rhymin
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Dog, I shine so hard that I don't need no goddamn diamonds
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I'm up in Eastland, just to hit Lids
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Walked up in the store, you know just what I did
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Lookin at the wall, you know the other half
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Blue tiger fitted in a seven and a half
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[Hook:]
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And I rocks that shit any climate and weather
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In my brand new blue tiger-fitted New Era
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And I reps that shit right now forever
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(Old English D on a blue New Era)
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[Verse 2:]
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So f*ck who you are
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I been in the D so long when outta town your store barred
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And you could never be my man
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F*ck a turkey on Thanksgiving niggas lucky to get ham
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An every hood I'm in niggas greet me with what up doe!
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We call fiends "custo's" freak hoes "custo's"
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If we say the hook then we really mean the po-po
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If we say that's bold then we mean that's f*cked up, bro
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Niggas don't know gotta put 'em on the slang
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Out of town niggas lost hip 'em to the game
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You know where I'm from, no matter where I'm at
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Cause of the logo on my New Era hat
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3:]
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Ain't heard it like this in a while
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I been in the D so long that I don't go to Bell Isle
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Now do I look like your [?]
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If I ain't got no Newports I'm a freak a Black and Mild
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Say I'm riding down (7 Mile) bout to hit the Lodge
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You front I put a knife in you like you a shish-kebab
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Your baby mama slobber put my palm up on her bob
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She go (up down, up down) oh God
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We headin downtown, ridin through the tunnel
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Smokin on some [?] keep it a hundred
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Where the hood Crip niggas don't know how to act
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You look up in the car all you see is D hats
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[Hook]
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