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fell in love streets just me and my heat swift on my feet sucka niggas i squeezed blunt wraps and dat tree crease up in my jeans microphone in my hand like a pipe to feen in da booth i spit truth put dat on my roots i be with da shit slangin bangin i done did it everythang that come wit it locked in a box while the ogs politican nigga we eatin everyday like it thanks givin in da game like scottie pippen in yo bitch im still hittin on da ops im still trippn glock stay wit stick in it want dat smoke den come get leave yo neck wit no head wid it south side stockton come fuck wit it