Lyrics
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Intro
Come on, let's go fuck with this lil nigga
Come on, man, let's go fuck with this lil nigga
Ayo, get the fuck up, man
Get the fuck up
Nigga, get the fuck up, nigga, this is Southwest Philly JBM, nigga
Be down or lay the fuck down, nigga
Get the fuck up, nigga
You hear what the fuck I said, nigga
Be the fuck down or lay the fuck down, nigga
Hey, this lil nigga harder than a muthafucka, cuz
Suck my dick
Yeah, alright
What you down for, nigga?
What you down for?
Whatever, nigga
Whatever?
Hurry the fuck up, let's go get this muthafuckin money
Whatever, nigga
Ayy, come on, man
Fuck you big, man
You know what nigga, you's a down ass lil nigga
Ayy, man, come the fuck on, man
Roll with me, let me see you pop this shit
Come on
Verse 1
In between the schemes of the 6-1 block
Where hood rats sell pussies and niggas sell rocks
There lived this wild little nigga named Bim
He had the block locked, sold rocks for little spend
These two niggas parlayed all day
And sundown they on route
Sticking niggas for the pay (Doing what?)
Hittin' 50-50 licks like clockwork
And hesitation leads to letting the Glock work
To all my niggas on the street
The 40oz drinkers doing climb packing heat
Peep
Interlude
Come on, nigga, let's do this shit
Yo, muthafuckas, nigga
Get that shit up
Give me that shit, muthafuckas
Don't move, muthafucka
Give me that shit
What, muthafucka?
Shut the fuck up, muthafucka
Bitch ass nigga
Verse 2
Bim and Little Spin was lamping on the ave
Discussing the lick they hit the night before last
This conversation led to confrontation
No need to ill, so they killed the situation
And then they got they dash off
To hit the neighborhood so they can get they cash on
Paranoid out they fuckin mind
Tweakin' like Puerto Ricans doing uncut lines
Fishing for time wishing crime could pay mo'
Ducking one time, C serving yayo
Spin played the big man of the shit
But Bim was on the up rise, and that was conflict
Money, hoes and clothes
Black Benz went from cocaine show
He upped the gang back
And it was all in the game, man
But like the crab in the pot
Spin tried to come and change thangs
Money got funny, and like a king
Ben Bim looked up Spin to do him in
And dump his ass in the ditch
He got the information on the low
In case his cousin gangsta a bitch snitch
And it was all in the dick
So he got to kill that bitch later
She's a leak in the clique
He jumped in the ride, headed southwest side
The bitch said he could be found in there on the town
Strapped to fo pound and the black skull cap
And in the backpack, cracked with the strap on his lap
And proceeded to mash on
Cause it's on, cause it's on
Drivin' down the back streets, mind full of schemes
Cause a muthafucka tried to get him for his cream (True dat)
He saw Spin, he was coolin' on the block
Smokin' weed by the sess spot, about to get knocked
Bim packed the calico, hundred shots
Spin packed the black MAC-10 with the red dot
Ready to throw down, it's bout to go down
He beat him to the draw then Spin hit the floor
Outro
Yeah, nigga
That's the way it goes
Got the right connects and watch your back, nigga
Better protect your neck
Ayo, man, fade that shit out, man
Turn that shit off real quick, man, let me tell you my due
Ayo, check this
Jamal would like to take this time out on my LP
To thank all the muthafuckas who supported me
Them niggas on the Illadelphiattic streets
Def Squad
And the muthafuckin Rowdy staff
One love
We out this muthafucka
Ayy, Mike Dean, man
Keep the muthafuckin funk goin', nigga
Bring that track here
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