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the ricochet\nWipe a opp off the hit-list, slidin' off with them misfits\nRidin' 'round with this big bitch, I just made another chicken play\nDon't let that money go to your head\nCause the money change hands anyway\nIn the Feds on his death bed only time when a nigga pray\nShawty took it straight to the head, R.I.P. to my nigga Tay\nFree Justo, free my nigga K, gotta hold it down for my nigga Ray\nUsed to let him pour his own trouble\nChampagne glass full of rose bubbles\nLouis belt with the gold buckle\nMr. Micheal Mary with the stone jungle (Whatever)\n\nSlow roll\nSlow roll\nSlow roll\nSlow roll","syncedLyrics":"[00:42.34] All my youngins be on go mode\n[00:48.09] Slow roll\n[00:49.14] All my youngins be on go mode\n[00:54.82] Used to pack it up, had to slow roll\n[00:56.99] Tryna trap me up a dough roll\n[00:58.46] Hundred round Drac' and a longnose\n[01:00.12] Thuggin' on 8 with the.44s\n[01:01.93] High speed chase through the drug zone\n[01:03.75] Runnin' from Jake and the po-po\n[01:05.38] They claim the gang, but they subpar\n[01:06.85] Swear the hundred Percs, need another jar\n[01:08.59] Been a hot boy with them rock stars\n[01:10.35] Watchin' out for the sweep off of Dunbar\n[01:12.05] Where them Grand Marquises be unmarked\n[01:13.90] Sittin' on the corner in the hood park\n[01:15.50] Say he beat his gun charge\n[01:16.65] Seent him in the hood, hop out the back of a squad car\n[01:19.14] Either you trap or you farm, hop\n[01:20.71] Choppers with straps on the arm stock\n[01:22.43] Slide with Glocks in the armrest\n[01:24.26] Got some get-back, we ain't duckin' no wreck\n[01:26.45] Put that chopper to a nigga lips like some fuckin' Carmex\n[01:29.56] Blow the ART test, DJ run it back like a fuckin' hot track\n[01:33.01] Thuggin' in the projects, I wish I could bring my nigga Mas back\n[01:35.86] Turn your town into Old Country Buffet, but we met the plug at Outback\n[01:39.71] We was back and forth down in KY runnin' with them Wildcats\n[01:43.30] 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the misfits\n[02:33.95] Ridin' 'round with this big bitch, I just made another chicken play\n[02:37.40] Don't let that money go to your head '\n[02:39.04] Cause the money change hands anyway\n[02:40.68] In the feds on his deathbed, only time when a nigga pray\n[02:44.41] Shawty took it straight to the head, R.I.P. to my nigga Tay\n[02:47.67] Free Justo, free my nigga K, gotta hold it down for my nigga Ray\n[02:51.06] Used to let him pour his own trouble\n[02:52.87] Champagne glass full of rose bubbles\n[02:54.72] Louis belt with the gold buckle, mix\n[02:56.25] The Mike Amiri with the Stone Jungle\n[02:57.93] What else?\n[02:58.53] Slow roll\n[03:01.75] Slow roll\n[03:05.21] Slow roll\n[03:08.41] Slow roll\n[03:47.21] And live happily ever after\n[03:50.72] Poetry is the great hope of man\n[03:53.14] Let me read you a couple poems\n[03:56.19] Facts, street\n[04:00.09] Hand me that\n[04:02.18] Yeah, I'm on\n[04:04.25] Here, you take this joint\n[04:07.31] I'ma hug the yop 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round Drac' and the long nose, thuggin' on 8 with the .44s\n  High-speed chase 'til the drugs on, runnin' from Jake and the popo\n  They claim the game but they subpar\n  Sweat a hundred Percs, need another jar\n  Been a hot boy with them rock stars\n  Watching out for the sweep off of Dunbar\n  Little Grand Marquis just be unmarked\n  Sitting on a corner in her hood parked\n  Said he beat his gun charge, seen't 'em in the hood\n  Hop out the back of a squad car\n  Either you trap or you farm hot\n  Choppers with straps on the arm stock\n  Slidin' with Glocks in the armrest\n  Got some get-back, we ain't duckin' no wreck\n  Put that chopper to a nigga lips like some fuckin' Carmex\n  Blow the Artex, DJ run it back like a fuckin' hot track\n  Thuggin' in the projects, I wish I could bring my nigga Mas back\n  Turn your town into Old Country Buffet\n  But we met the plug at Outback\n  We was back and forth down in K-Y, runnin' with the Wildcats\n  Met my young dog up in Mount Jax to get off the loud pack\n  Hate my irritating ass Js but a nigga love to count racks\n\n  Slow roll\n  Slow roll\n  Slow roll (All my youngins be on go mode)\n  Slow roll\n\n  When my doc' write, look like scribble-scratch\n  Straight drop got a nigga block slappin' like a pitty-pat\n  Stuff a bitch with a thousand Xanax in a jimmy hat\n  Hothead with a heated temper, quick to Windex a nigga fitted cap\n  Right hand man the grim reaper, index finger, don't trigger that\n  Dumb thinking you can fuck with Blockworks\n  How the fuck a nigga figure that?\n  He done got whacked, hit him in his hat\n  Twist his top back, we'll peel his cap\n  Bloodstains on the concrete\n  All-white stitch with a hint of grey\n  Broken glass, middle of the street\n  See the bricks chipped from the ricochet\n  Wipe a opp off the hit-list, slidin' off with them misfits\n  Ridin' 'round with this big bitch, I just made another chicken play\n  Don't let that money go to your head\n  Cause the money change hands anyway\n  In the Feds on his death bed only time when a nigga pray\n  Shawty took it straight to the head, R.I.P. to my nigga Tay\n  Free Justo, free my nigga K, gotta hold it down for my nigga Ray\n  Used to let him pour his own trouble\n  Champagne glass full of rose bubbles\n  Louis belt with the gold buckle\n  Mr. Micheal Mary with the stone jungle (Whatever)\n\n  Slow roll\n  Slow roll\n  Slow roll\n  Slow roll\n"}]