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Direct Hit 4

? Smile and grinnin', sippin' on some gin'n Roll wit a cap and ya all strapped in Once ya back in, it's straight mackin' I keep it crackin' [Hook - 4

critics love U in New York All the critics love U, all the critics love U All the critics love U in New York It's time 4 new direction, it's time 4 jazz 2 die 4

put the chick shoppin. Guccis on that old school, smoking on that..fool, know that this a hit, my voice will hit the 4-2's Gucci mane frightened and

fuck where you from who you be with Keep this secret {*whispers*} right by the nuts A 4-5 that'll light niggaz up and this 4-5 high make not give a fuck

a pair of my little sister's jeans... which look great on me by the way. When I get depressed I cut my wrists in every direction Hearing songs about

sump'n when u see me say sump'n say sump'n say sump'n when u see me say sump'n (repeat) verse 2 now dat u see im 4real do u needa see da steel must

get (Gangsta with it) Tick-tock (Crip Walk) And prepare to get ill when the gangstas talk Saggin' and flaggin' with the '7-trey draggin' Smokin' like a dragon with the .4-4

He calls his man Jermaine, and tells him that Shit's going down and meet him at his home, he packs a 4-pound (4-pound) He waits around, with the sweat

I feel you under my skin [4x] ohhhhhh alright oh baby From the very first time I looked into your eyes I couldnt deny those hips those thighs make me