Correction Paroles City on Lock par Ice Billion Berg

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I'm from Liberty City (I'm from the Bridge)
Nah, b*t*h, I ain't from South Beach, I raised me
b*t*h, my mama was in the streets (Yeah), no co-d (No)
I ain't no rat, I'on know a thing my homies
(Tay Keith, f**k these n***as up)
Still had to eat off that scammin' thing

I know some n***as totin' .40's like they ID's
I know some b*t*hes gettin' purses off of ID's (Facts)
I got my city on lock and the master key (Yeah)
pu**y so good, make him say "Uh", this that Master P

Gun slang (Gun slang)
You know we raised on the concrete (On the concrete)
I know one thing
We from the trenches not the palm tree (Yeah)
Codeine (Codeine)
I'm sippin' lean for the protein
Ain't no co-defendant (No co-defendant)
Slide on them blocks by my lonely (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Gun slang (Gun slang)
You know we raised on the concrete (On the concrete)
I know one thing
We from the trenches not the palm tree (Yeah)
Codeine (Codeine)
I'm sippin' lean for the protein
Ain't no co-defendant (No co-defendant) (Uh)
Slide on them blocks by my lonely (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Uh, I'm from Opa-Locka, home of the choppers (Choppers)
City Girls, Summer, JT, that's my partner (City)
I'm a Dade b*t*h, Brown Subs to the Scotts (Period)
Lil' pretty b*t*h, but them killers from the lots will slide for me (Doo, doo, doo)
I got some b*t*hes and some n***as that'll bust for me (boop, boop, boop)
So don't f**k wit' me
Y'all bum n***as, caught me lackin', hit the wagon up
Now the hood lookin' for 'em, 'bout to body bag 'em up (My n***as)

Gun slang (Gun slang)
You know we raised on the concrete (On the concrete)
I know one thing
We from the trenches not the palm tree (Yeah)
Codeine (Codeine)
I'm sippin' lean for the protein
Ain't no co-defendant (No co-defendant)
Slide on them blocks by my lonely (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Gun slang (Gun slang)
You know we raised on the concrete (On the concrete)
I know one thing
We from the trenches not the palm tree (Yeah)
Codeine (Codeine)
I'm sippin' lean for the protein
Ain't no co-defendant (No co-defendant)
Slide on them blocks by my lonely (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Man, I came up from the bottom, that's why I'm talkin' cash sh*t (Cash sh*t)
Man, I went in my mama purse and I had got my ass kicked (Got my ass kicked)
Let a n***a see his kids, you goin' out like a sad b*t*h (Sad)
You look better than your kids and you got your ass did (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I don't be tellin' them n***as I love they ass no more 'cause I don't force it (No)
I just put the label check inside the streets so go and avoid it
Ever since I call myself the voice, I'm startin' to hear some voices (I'm startin' to hear some voices )
And they told your ass to tell, and you did, you had a choice (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

I tilt my heads to real n***as who been real wit' it (Who been real)
I know you love the streets to death, just don't get killed in it (Don't get)
I bought a crush, not for no drink, I put my pills in it (Put my pills in it)
Can't nobody tell us sh*t, you gotta deal wit' it (Gun slang)

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