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g5 elz - 40 clockers lyrics

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(intro) r.i.p my n-gga darryl. i was writing this when i got the call

(verse 1)

parked on da 5th block
black 5th c-cked
6’o clock
nooka wrist watch
scoping patrol cops
like black-ops
from project roof-tops
lookouts
clock crack blocks
clockers hand off red tops
motivation coupe drops
from the park playing ball
to servin in project halls
teens want new sneaker money
their bosses want it all
some b-tch
some snitch
real n-ggas take a fall
some n-ggas wait their turn
other take it by force
2-2s in pelle jacks
billy jeans
conceal packs
serve feenz wit a dap
fly dresser
from the racks
racks turn to stacks
no banks
no tax
under the matt
let it stack
juelz bought from crack
1’s turn to 10’s
10’s turn to bens
hoopty turn to benz
benz turn to m’s
skins hopping in
b-tches turn to friends
snakes turn from friends
now watch ya friends
cuz it’s always
da ones from the start
that will cause ya end !

(hook x2)

there comes a point on your clock
where the hands meet
some clock blocks
cruse back
in da back of
benz seats
others clock in clock out
grinding for enz-meet
at the end of the day
they say
god checking the time sheets

(verse 2)

middle of the summer
blocks drenched
cause of the pumpers
plus runners
gunners in numbers
city cops outnumbered
young n-ggas leaving bodies
stone colder than a stunner
bounties turned n-ggas to hunters
drugs turned n-ggas to stunters
project lights
shine on trife nights
from slap boxing
to gun fights
basketball games
hung nikes
temps rising
mob of n-ggas dien
poppi supplying
feds criminalizing
n-ggas is eating
no appetizing
now the case is building
from dealing up in the buildings
big wheelie
like 4 wheeling
no petty dealing
european peeling
stash house
millions in the ceiling
every member of the
crew got more juice
than cold chillin
semi automatics
tearing thru any fabrics
for static
that’s erratic
same time
d.a. tryna crack
ya cabbage
got info from an addict
can’t beat the heat
you no maverick
now u sitting uptop like an attic

(hook x2)

there comes a point on your clock
where the hands meet
some clock blocks
cruse back
in da back of
benz seats
others clock in clock out
grinding for enz-meet
at the end of the day
they say
god checking the time sheets



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