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Yeah, where we at? (Detroit)
Bo Jackson (The one and only)
227 (King James) Mafia, what else? (Yeah)
Block works (You in trouble)
Bully boys, let's get it (What's the price of tea?)

I'm with the apes and the wolves
Bangin' purple in the red like the grapes and the fruits
Tricky dance moves, mini Drac' in the coupe
Stick big as bamboo, quick to lace a nigga boots
Tied in, hunnid shots, sound like a live band
Shoot a movie on you, turn your block into a drive-in
I'm tied in with the lifers in the lions' den
Send my bro a kite and get you knifed up on the ride in

Hierarchy of the crime syndicate, pepper tag
Fine dealing, my trap be my custy, tryna catch a drag
I'm in the HOV, he barely in the second lane
Born in this black mafia shit, I feel like Devon [?]
Same ol' Bo J, I never change
I'm the Meyer Lansky of this drug zone 227 thang
Big nuts on my strig, I had to let 'em hang
Spit a fifty out the hundro, I let 'em kept the change
Quick to bleed a nigga block, like, "Ayy, what set you claim?"
I'm already creased without a wrinkle, ain't no pressin' James
All of this pressure that I'm under, shit could wreck a train
I had a Presi' on my wrist 'fore the election came
Police call, niggas snitchin' on the meatball
So how the f*ck your hitters actin' like they down to catch a frame?
I'm on the Eastside in the 'jects like I'm Eddie Kane
Niggas need to step they game up, think they can step with gang
Blocks

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