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The Affiliates nigga, pay attention (I got a hundred pounds, a hundred bricks)
Gangster Brizzy
I got a hundred pounds, a hundred bricks, nigga, I'm from G.A. (I'm from G.A.)
I got a carbon-15 with an infra-red scope on my K (on my K)
I got a hundred pounds, a hundred bricks, nigga, I'm from G.A. (I'm from G.A.)
And I'm the hottest nigga in the streets, atleast that's what they say
And I'm the hottest nigga in the streets
And I'm the hottest nigga in the streets
And I'm the hottest nigga in the streets (dramatic nigga)
Atleast that's what they say, and this how I do
It's how we do things, The Affiliates
It's been a long road, but the grind pays off
It's not hard, it's actually quite easy
Pay your dues nigga, that's how we got GA on our side
I got a hundred pounds, a hundred bricks, nigga, I'm from G.A. (I'm from G.A.)
I got a carbon-15 with an infra-red scope on my K (on my K)
I got a hundred pounds, a hundred bricks, nigga, I'm from G.A. (I'm from G.A.)
And I'm the hottest nigga in the streets, atleast that's what they say, and this is how I do
Walk straight up in the club, chain down to my dick
Sneak diss a nigga? He ain't sayin' shit
Dropped 70 on my wrist to make it shine this way
It still won't give you lil' niggas the time of day
Just bought a new Glock, nothin' better to do
Lil' motherfucker, I got scales bigger than you
And this is real G shit, you better stick to rhymin'
Got guns, bitch, it's that ragged-ass car you drive
And I'ma bust a pussy-ass nigga dead in his mouth
So I don't really understand what all the talkin' about
And I'm a boss motherfucker, it ain't no secret
And the K hold 50, it ain't no secret
I'm puttin' Georgia on the map, nigga, you ain't doin' shit
And lyrically, I am Mike Vick
Them broke niggas don't win, but you already know
So next time you wanna play, you better stack your dough
I got a pound of Perc and petty six zips nigga, I'm from Forth Worth (Fort Worth)
And you can tell how your boy speak, 'cause I'm from Forth Worth (Fort Worth)
I got a mean hustlin' gang that's sick nigga, I'm from Forth Worth (Fort Worth)
And if you diss me, I'ma let that thing rip nigga, I'm from Forth Worth (Fort Worth)
It's U.S.D.A
We got it all from kush pills to soft, nigga
That's how it is, we get paper down south, nigga
We ride clean, yokin', muscle down the strip
Grand Black Chevelle with the Buddhas in the shift kit
Blowin' thrax in the cockpit
Torch on my lap, cocked back with a full clip
And I stay on some pimp shit
Every time you see me, catch me posted with a bad bitch
On top of that, dog, I run with a full clique
Young wild niggas stay heatin' up a nigga strip
So you don't wanna talk shit on my block
I might get my Kirkwood niggas to run in your house
Put the pistol to your mouth, kick your head back
We make moves from the bread deck and 12 jack
CTE, the streets is back
And you already know the 4's where my blow be at
I got a hundred pounds, a hundred bricks, nigga, I'm from G.A. (I'm from G.A.)
I got a carbon-15 with an infra-red scope on my K (on my K)
I got a mean hustlin' gang that's sick nigga, I'm from Forth Worth (Fort Worth)
And if you diss me, I'ma let that thing rip nigga, I'm from Forth Worth (Fort Worth)
It's U.S.D.A