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[Hook - 2x]
In the season of drought The music, still let us floss Cause we done cleaned the house And now we legally ball [Double D] Now I`ma make it known, that it`s about to be on This Wreckshop representer, I`m mashing on the mic and I`m gone I`m isolated for eight weeks, high making beats Underground and all over town, we heard in the streets Bleeding the block feeding the flock, the whole nine I`m weeding glock hit to my side, at all times Thanking God for mine, that`s the way I prevail And this nigga wanted to shine, so I had to make mail To get the house and the 600, them hoes funny Talking down when a nigga done it, that`s how I run it Making moves with D-Reck, so niggaz don`t like it But niggaz gotta respect that, my whole place Protected wih AK`s and rugers, a whole gang of shooters With high tech computers, so when it`s time to do you My adversaries, getting carried away That`s on the real nigga chill, cause we don`t play [Hook - 2x] [D-Reck] It started off a dream, on a triple beam Plotting on a scheme, to rock this music scene Dre dropped the Chronic, and everybody get blunted Now I`m moving weed with Eaz`, everybody was on it No more crawling to balling, at a rapid pace No more stalling to falling, I`m stuffing my safe Relocated pent houses, I reside high rise Went to the BMW dealership, I made foggy eyes How lucky could I be, to meet P-A-T Reunite with Double D, and that nigga Noke D And that boy E.S.G., and that D-Gotti We the Wreckshop family, making ghetto history Now it`s on it`s on, we the head of the throne Wreckshop in that ass, like a g-string thong If you hating on this, you can suck my dick D-Reck been balling nigga, way before this music shit that`s real [Hook - 2x] [D-Gotti] I still remember on the block watching cops, moving rocks Chasing dreams but it seems, I was ending up locked In a cell, fiending for that funny fast mail I got a story to tell, I`ve been living in hell Selling for less, when I always wanted the best Was it worth the chances I took, and the situations addressed God bless my soul, I walked a mile on glass Bare footed filled with pain, but I got down and mashed Paid bills for my mama, even though I placed drama So sick with Pops, I could damn near vomit Standing still like a zombie, but my angels was watching Now I step in Gucci insides, and I`m microphone rocking Five thousand lyrical tossing, from the show last night Eating teriyaki with a oriental, on a private flight We gon ball despite, or the game with same change I hear voices in my head, and they constantly saying [Hook - 4x]
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