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Yeah, uh, 17-shot Kid, Ruger
Dipset, Weeks block, yeah

When Jay put Prodigy on that Summer Jam screen
I was outta town makin' d**e fiends lean
When the F.B.I. took Lil' Kim to jail
I was servin' coke to niggaz, right off the scale
I got a cooked up brick, I be on that strip
Yeah, yeah, I be on that strip

I got a cooked up brick, I be on that strip
Yeah, yeah, I be on that strip
I wake up in the morning
Kiss my daughter, grab my heater
I roll a big blunt and jump in the big Beamer
I'm tired of being broke my ni**a, follow the leader
It's either rap or tell my story to Don Diva
How they ran up in the crib and caught me with 50 birds
My shooters'll blow his head off soon as I get a word
Y'all p**sy, my young boy punched you in your face
He woulda robbed you but you ain't got no jewelry to take
You might know some real gangstas but you ain't real right
Run up on you, show you how these hollow tips feel like
I got a bad light-skinned b**ch that smother the dick
She know I ride the 5 but her little brother a Crip
He respect that B, so I respect that C
1000 grams on the table, ni**a respect that key
The price of cigarettes went up, I'll get you shot for a loosie
G'd up head to toe, like I model for Gucci
Yeah, sometimes I lose my mind and just blank out
Piss in a cup, tell your girl, it's the new drink out
I'm wit' the homies, creepin' through the hood
Wit' a Aston Martin parked on chrome with no hood
Y'all niggaz tryna start up a fire with no wood
And the d**e fiends saying my d**e is so good
But I said, Ł˘On a scale of 1 to 10, what you give itŁ˘
He said Ł˘8 to 10, Hell Rell, that sh*t terrificŁ˘
When the Lox was tryna get out they Bad Boy deal
I was in Connecticut with d**e, tryna make a half a mil
When Paul Wall first started sellin' rapper's grills
I was uptown with Mexicans tryna make a mil
Got a cooked up brick, I be on that strip

Yeah, yeah, I be on that strip
I got a cooked up brick, I be on that strip
Yeah, yeah, I be on that strip
Ruger

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Yeah, uh, 17-shot Kid, RugerDipset, Weeks block, yeahWhen Jay put Prodigy on that Summer Jam screenI was outta town makin' d**e fiends leanWhen the F.B.I. took Lil' Kim to jailI was servin' coke to niggaz, right off the scaleI got a cooked up brick, I be on that stripYeah, yeah, I be on that stripI got a cooked up brick, I be on that stripYeah, yeah, I be on that stripI wake up in the morningKiss my daughter, grab my heaterI roll a big blunt and jump in the big BeamerI'm tired of being broke my ni**a, follow the leaderIt's either rap or tell my story to Don DivaHow they ran up in the crib and caught me with 50 birdsMy shooters'll blow his head off soon as I get a wordY'all p**sy, my young boy punched you in your faceHe woulda robbed you but you ain't got no jewelry to takeYou might know some real gangstas but you ain't real rightRun up on you, show you how these hollow tips feel likeI got a bad light-skinned b**ch that smother the dickShe know I ride the 5 but her little brother a CripHe respect that B, so I respect that C1000 grams on the table, ni**a respect that keyThe price of cigarettes went up, I'll get you shot for a loosieG'd up head to toe, like I model for GucciYeah, sometimes I lose my mind and just blank outPiss in a cup, tell your girl, it's the new drink outI'm wit' the homies, creepin' through the hoodWit' a Aston Martin parked on chrome with no hoodY'all niggaz tryna start up a fire with no woodAnd the d**e fiends saying my d**e is so goodBut I said, Ł˘On a scale of 1 to 10, what you give itŁ˘He said Ł˘8 to 10, Hell Rell, that sh*t terrificŁ˘When the Lox was tryna get out they Bad Boy dealI was in Connecticut with d**e, tryna make a half a milWhen Paul Wall first started sellin' rapper's grillsI was uptown with Mexicans tryna make a milGot a cooked up brick, I be on that stripYeah, yeah, I be on that stripI got a cooked up brick, I be on that stripYeah, yeah, I be on that stripRuger

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