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Ghetto Kyote
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Kano
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I’m from the hood but it’s just home and ain’t no place like home sweet home There’s a whole deep of heat on the street, some plastic and some chrome I’m old school like classics, I love a one on one but I can play gun on gun Some talk a good game but they ain’t practical, and they won’t clap the tool I’ll clap old n***as, I’ll clap n***as in school If you don’t wanna play gun to mum, let’s play knife to wife I’ll stab b*t*hes I’m cruel, why waste a clip I’m poor If it’s war I might roll up to the whip, open doors and hold up your b*t*h When the four’s open, fire back off, you gotta back off cuh you might get holes in your hips Respect the fireball respect me, if you reppin for the hood you represent me And I be where 50 cent be in a club with no bub just some Hennessey and bales of weed I’m bad breed, watch your back if you say you’re ahead of me c*ck em back, be prepared just know that, I ain’t scared just know that Buss thru the letter holes in their creps where the toes at See your letterholes mind your step, I hold that Once I start I can’t hold back Who’s gonna hold me back once I start you’re crazy Shut you up with a dum-dum you baby Gets much deeper, take away your son like a night wrecker in a day scheme and put the heater to his head and sing rock-a-bye baby KA, blowing up road, KAN, shotting like O’s KA slash Kano with the flow again, you can’t catch Kano there I go again Gash, Kano’s got a batch of em, Papes, Kano’s got a stack of em Got a lash on them n***as watching my cash come in Got a MASH for them n***as that’s too masculine KA, every damn day I’m on the road tryna get paid So hot like we sunbathe in a blacked out golf with Shane I bravo Brunel and Dage You know my aim’s to make money and sonny you know the way Check the grams you know the weight And I got mounds on the block with plans for the Glock It’s KA, down for a lot, down to shot, down to shoot, down to rob Down to buss verse, I’m down to earth, down to put you 6 feet down to earth Bang down your doors like trick or treat Treat me with P’s cause trips to heat And you don’t want to mix the heat with a cold heart, cause I know you got sh*t to eat Ay-Oh, and you know I’m on the road tryna get dough Love the road and can’t let go Still tryna build my P’s up like Lego Still rude still won’t say hello Still like old school tunes like bellow Still good, still hood, still Ghetto Still K, Still A, Still NO, still mellow Still about that paper, quick P’s tryna catch that paper Still cash or gash, and then lash your gash an hour later I won’t be long, in the game that’s where I belong Making change that’s what I been on And if your girl don’t come home, then you know what she’s been on
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