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Blaze ya Dead Homie - Текст песни Baller Blockin'
[Turk]
 Everyday, all day all we do is get our grind on
 From sun up to sun down get our grind on
 Tryna bust it wide open and build up my clank
 Send a hit at these niggas so we could be the jank
 You now how it is want everything for myself
 Want every nigga scorin for me nobody else
 Imma dog it ain't not secret i want it all
 Tha coke, dope, hoes and tha fancy cars
 Tha game is cold but it's fair nigga
 Can't trust no man cuz a nigga don't care nigga
 Nigga will do anything just to be tha man wit all tha work
 Kidnap yo wife and yo daughter erase you off tha earth
 Them niggas cut throats this shit is real cuzen
 Better know tha game cuz if you don't you get killed cuzen
 Be ready to take a nigga to war behinds yours
 Spark when it get dark and leave brains on the curve
 [Turk](Hook)
 Why you blockin us 
 Baller Blockin us 
 You niggas can keep tryin
 Ain't no stoppin us
 [Baby]
 Niggas baller blockin so they lettin off shots
 Tha feds came thru can't stop tha clock
 Then why a nigga up tryna close my shop
 Lovely came thru in a Bentley drop
 Tha cadilac truck we painted then got hot
 Still runnin thru them hallways tote'n a glock
 Word got around Curly tryna close my shop
 Tha mail man down bad he can grab tha glock
 Tell tha stupid hoe shut up she bouts to get popped
 Tha cameras out and them lights is on
 Them feds com'n thru and they gettin it on
 So we duck and hide, supply and ride
 Big party goin down wit Big Wood tonite
 So we cocked tha glocks 
 Cuz tha beef is rock
 Niggas shootin out windows instead of head shots
 Believe that playboy
 (Hook)
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 [E-40]
 Niggas be gold killin
 (?) slippery like grease create y'all bin on a (?) scrilla
 Call tha police on a young busta just tryna money mack on a million
 You best respect tha game or get yo cap pilled in
 Whoopin ass and takin names about my pay
 Straight up out tha year 2000 Y2K
 We ain't fit tha bearin fuck bamas, (?), (?)
 How bout Atlanta you know
 We ain't gotta smash pennies to make (?) no mo (Beyotch Beyotch)
 See I just look like this
 Project English left and plain
 We use words like "It's All Gravy Tre"
 I spit tha (?) from tha job 
 My nigga Baby and them law
 Tha block controller just seen it all
 From white to brown and yellow (Beyotch)
 Pineapple y'all
 Leaky brown color to baller blockin y'all
 Wit baking soda (wit baking soda) ya smell
 Ball to we have it all (ball to we have it all) ya dig
 Ball to we have it all (ball to we have it all) hoe
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 [Juvenile]
 I know I need to stop but I'm solja so fuck it
 Besides I'm responsible fo supplin tha public
 My daddy got shot so I'm holdin it down
 Outline, out of bounds puttin four in a clown
 Bitch answer when I call make me know you got my change
 Is it explodin in yo brain, do you think I'm playin games
 See that's why lil niggas like u get murder over 'caine
 Put yo self in a spot where u won't be working again
 I ain't gone let yo partners from yo block confuse ya
 You broke 'em off a package and they tryna misuse ya
 Now tell 'em who got assed out you and me too huh
 And Bubba want his money so I gotta kill you now
 And all these muthafuckin laws tryna take mines
 I ain't wit that bullshit two at tha same time
 Fuck I might at well give tha dope game up
 But Beatrice said he got a fresh package that came up
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