Mixmash Preview Video December 2010

0:00 I got a couple blocks up in charge, nigga

I got a couple blocks up in charge, nigga. I got a little brother cooking quarters, shit. I got a couple blocks up in charge, nigga. I got a little brother cooking quarters, shit. I got a couple blocks up in charge, nigga. I got a couple blocks up in charge, nigga. I got a little brother cooking quarters, shit. I got a new trap in Valdosta, nigga. Nigga fronting me some birds and I ain't calling, nigga. Straight guerrilla, extortion niggas know what's up. All black gang vehicles, nobody know it's stuff. I raced ahead in the last leg, conspiracy was alleged by the last feds. I was acquitted in the last case, got my weight up, I refuse to be in last place. Full of that raw, cutting the rocks, create a script and flood the block.

I got a couple keys in Charleston, nigga. A bad breezy up in Boston who stalk a nigga. I got a safe house with safe Senate. Every rental I rent, plates tenant. And it got Wade in it. On turnpikes, I turn white to ice. And Cartier EyeSight, yes. I'm a connect, a Bradley homeboy. I got the game sold. I play with dough like LaBris, play with Play-Doh. The quarter key, the chicken leg, I flip them like Fables. What the game owe me was a G pass. Now I'm serving off the rock like Steve Nash, my speed pass on the E-Class dash when you see me in E-Class.

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