[Intro]

2-0-6

Two chrome clips

You best believe

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[Verse]

Soldier, I felt this

From weed to B to coke, I dealt this, from

Deuce to 9s to MACs, I belt sticks

You ain't belted shit

The only thing you belted was jeans on your hip

Talking like you've been through this shit, like you're mean with the sticks

Like you put the beam on a stick, I

Never been with the pricks, I've been in the Brix

In the hood where the chicks, they fiend for the dick

And man get robbed and bеat for their whip

Man get burst up with beatеn-up sticks

Certain man go jail, talk over greazy, get beaten up by pricks

I've been in the pen and I've seen that shit, then

All of a sudden, when man land road

Man talk about greaze on the strip

No more fights on the road, get Ps for a stick

Since last year, everyone's squeezing a stick

Since last year, everyone believes they can pitch but

I don't believe these pricks, I believe they're speaking shit

'Cause when the heat's on, I believe they'll snitch

But when the beef's on, R.A will pitch