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OG Bobby Johnson, OG Bobby Johnson |
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OG Bobby Johnson, OG Bobby Johnson |
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Word on the street Im a suspect |
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Hanging with the killers in the projects |
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I dont wanna bale, keep quiet, catch a nigga slipping from behind |
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OG Bobby Johnson, OG Bobby Johnson |
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OG Bobby Johnson, OG Bobby Johnson |
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Ok, we started catching felonies and bank here |
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Riding through the hood in a hot box |
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In 96, in the hood, had a trap house |
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Every day cruise through the city, crack rock |
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I got pills in my pocket and a bank roll |
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Everybody try me, I dont let the thing go, bust it |
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I put a whole crew where you cant go, cousin |
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Homie dont like it but he cant do nothing |
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Came through busting, I respect that |
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You violate a mandatory nigga, break that |
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Walk up, pull out a Smith and Wesson, push it real bad |
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Now the undercover people left for dead |
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They came with the OGs hanging, OZs hanging |
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Styrofoam, double cup, codeine drinking |
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You run up 44 B banking, meet you at the crossroad where they dont be singing |
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Word on the street Im a suspect |
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Hanging with the killers in the projects |
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I dont wanna bale, keep quiet, catch a nigga slipping from behind |
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OG Bobby Johnson, OG Bobby Johnson |
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OG Bobby Johnson, OG Bobby Johnson |
