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chief keef - pick one lyrics

remember posted on the block ready for the war
running up a house and straight kick in door
posted on the front right on grenshaw
on indian toting big guns
when i come through, hut! attention
n-gg-s full of hate they full of tension
come through with the chopper you can call me sosa 10 guns
dead or in jail n-gg- pick one

your drawers got lit on it, talking money i been on ya
don’t make me up this fif on ya, give your -ss a 51
i be smoking 91, you be smokin’ 61
you only smoke that 87, you be smokin’ that sh-tty stuff
i be smoking that 93, think i was born in 93
ben frank said he was having dinner, he called me and invited me
cops got pictures of me selling dope, they call me and indicted me
i don’t even like to talk but my money it like to speak
you got 15 for a v sh-t that’s aight with me
but i gotta call you back cause your verse price was beat
on the block it was me, white, pipes and weed
let an opp pull up, i’ma get the strikey things

dead or in jail n-gg- pick one
heaven or in h-ll a n-gg- in one
i don’t play ball i cross the n1
shot the 3s, we street ballers, dunk a d-mn point
i’m rolling up backwoods f–k your d-mn joint
i don’t like them swishers they don’t feel right
you feel like ballin’, feel like stallin’, what you feel like
i ain’t can’t get right, i’m mr. get right
i’m riding with that missile i won’t miss you, i’m gonna hit you
w-ssup to the bay, w-ssup south central
w-ssup to l.a, i’m some chiraq -ss n-gg-
i still be in my ways, i be totin’ my pistol

- chief keef lyrics

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