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Verse 1) Yea bro TTN, that’s my gang, we ride tight, Can’t be messin’ with the crew, we ready for the fight, Bibo got popped, man, where’s the get-back? Rolling through your block, yeah, we on the attack. Smoking on your pack, got that loud in the air, Eyes on the prize, we ain't showing no fear, Real ones with me, we ain't playing no games, Life on the edge, but we chasing the fame. (Verse 2) Got my brothers with me, loyalty's a must, In the city lights, we shine, in us you can trust, Enemies lurking, but we stay in the zone, When it’s time to ride, you know we hold our own.
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Verse 1) Yea bro TTN, that’s my gang, we ride tight, Can’t be messin’ with the crew, we ready for the fight, Bibo got popped, man, where’s the get-back? Rolling through your block, yeah, we on the attack. Smoking on your pack, got that loud in the air, Eyes on the prize, we ain't showing no fear, Real ones with me, we ain't playing no games, Life on the edge, but we chasing the fame. (Verse 2) Got my brothers with me, loyalty's a must, In the city lights, we shine, in us you can trust, Enemies lurking, but we stay in the zone, When it’s time to ride, you know we hold our own.