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letra de radio raheem - heem b$f feat. black soprano family

uh, uh, uh
ayo, ayo, ayo
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

they know, they, they know
the eastside grimey n-gga
they know where to find me

look, uh, uh, now what you know about dope game cocaine, uh
say what you know about gun shots close range, uh (bap, bap, bap)
the og told me keep it hunnit and don′t change nothin’ (don′t change sh-t n-gga)
drag my name through the dirt that’s when i came up (that’s when i got this sh-t)
see me lit, now that same n-gga sohowin′ fake love
i hit his b-tch, so that one n-gga hold a fake grudge
i′m with the k!llers in the room, you n-ggas ain’t thug

he the man in the middle, that n-gga ain′t plug (he ain’t the plug n-gga)
i′m the n-gga in the back seat slippin’ on gloves
send a n-gga to the moon, that boy gon′ need a dove
ghetto caused a n-gga pain, sometimes i need a hug
know we all bleed the same so gangstas need love
i just tell ’em what it is, we past what it was
pluse the past five years we past n-ggas runs

i’m just tryna feed the kids been stackin′ up ones
i′m the one who broke the bid so 50s and dubs (need that)
know the move cash rules, the model in the slums
vvs in my jewels, i used to eat crumbs (i ain’t have sh-t n-gga)
first day i dropped out, i went and bought a gun
started hustlin′ in a drought, put one on top of one
everybody talkin’ bricks but never cooked none (you ain′t cook sh-t)

got a million dollar wrist, the base heads love it
told me “stay up out the street”, i woke up still thuggin’
homies talkin′ like a k!llers he ain’t gone k!ll nothin’ (p-ssy)
gave my dog hundred years he don′t feel nothin′ (don’t feel sh-t)
long live that n-gga du my favorite first cousin
he the one who showed me bricks, i turned to a hustla (miss you n-gga)
flip the pound two times then went and bought a bucket (skrr)

got my hammer pant on, you n-gga can′t touch it
diamonds get they dance on and no i can’t tuck it
you can try my chains on then you gon′ die in public (bap, bap, bap)
i was really hands on these rap n-ggas bluffin’
i′m the one who went to war, you never shot nothin’
this bsf stand for you better stop frontin’
they could send a whole army, we still not runnin′

i got n-ggas sittin′ biddin’ with years in the hunnits
every ghetto that i go, don′t near a n-gga touch us
this 40 cal ain’t for show, it′s full of bone crushers
f-ck with us you get a grave, a cane or crutches
lil one turn you to a game then roll it up in dutches (bap, bap, bap)
grimiest of all time so don’t n0body trust us
make me go in flipmode, i feel like old busta

know i pack a pistol, i blow this mothaf-cker (brrr, bap, bap, bap)
know that boy a b-tche though, he been a cold sucker
what you blood or crip though, i ride for my brothers
choppa in the fish bowl may only god judge us
you can check my zip code, some bad mortherf-ckers
flippin′ bricks not crypto this sold drug money
n-ggas this sold drug money
n-ggas flippin’ bricks not crypto this sold drug money

you know, i ain’t never been on that scammin′ sh-t (uh, uh)
n-ggas waking up, grindin′ everyday, sun down n-gga, sun up
sun up to sun down
you know how this go, got the same 24 as me n-gga (eastside)
go eat some n-gga, can tell you starvin’ right? uh
they know

- heem bf feat black soprano family

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