Cars On The Interstate

What? I got bullets that'll touch your brain.
It take nothin for me to fuck your dame.
Remember me from hatin on Paton, nothings changed.
Pushin heavy weight, still weighin a buck and change.
Soakin wet, rock whole diamonds, no cuts in the chain.
Lets get the jumped off jumped off, where the chicks at.
You see a nigga with a nice watch, nigga get that.
Young rich cat, pitch crack, you against me is a mismatch.
I spit murder and sip yack, team bang like six gats.
So what homie, you outta luck homie, still don't give a fuck homie.
Ride with the heat on me, in a big truck homie.
Cadillac Escalade, you still gettin stuck homie.
Got clientel like a weed spot,
hennyed up, creep blocked, with the heat cocked
Semis bust, after that, all beefs stop.

Wantin Respect

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Catch cars on the interstate, move heroin on the interstate.
Peep tote cars on the interstate, side cars gonna win this case.
Cars all in his face, need pour dawn on these bitches face.
(What is it) This is Brooklyn, Middle Nigga
(What is it) Brooklyn, 67 middle nigga.
(What is it) This is Brooklyn, Middle Nigga
(What is it) Brookyln, 67 middle nigga.

Don't give a fuck who you are, my crew get down and murder ya.
Change positions, move around like furniture.
Invitin all hoes, you can slide with me.
Party with Tory, or ride for free.
People see me, you know who my team be.
Like reefa, know how the duece when the green be, with wife beatas.
Fuck MBs, don't write cheatas.
If i can't get in with my sweats and timbs.
I'm a hood nigga, i live in the projects with a benz.
Ain't like you average rap niggas, still keepin gats niggas.
Post up like Shaq, on the block with crack niggas.
Spin ones, all that and then some.
Turn shoot, shot in your face, n one

This is Brooklyn Middle Nigga.
Brooklyn 67 Middle Nigga.
This Brooklyn Middle Nigga
Brooklyn 67 Middle Nigga.

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