One 50 - Still Drop it lyrics

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When the heat is on, scary niggas flee out of racist land

Things getting out of control when bitches seem

To be reluctant in the middle of metro

can't explain the deal of a gang hang

Grautly things return on gravity, can't define proper taste

The best of the shit went on fake

I keep watching the hood, dog on the moon

Bitches posing with hard capacity, square on city

My thug return, dealers can't pretend

Out spoken, shit broken, can't hold cookies

Inprint on hip hop, my heart off dipper

Always busy, pisser hitting the wrong DJ

My journey relax, I see the fact

Quickly approach the door side, shit on bitches side

My thug return with the wanted bitch on file

I have suffer a lot but I still drop it

Still drop it

I got them crib, I got them trade, translate that to your lips, pass thug

Get it screen play when I flip it like hip hop

Spreading my wing like a wheel to take weed

Brilliance I remain to learn and take over land in Thailand

Separating myself from medicine like sin

I experience making film doing spring

Ten more niggas came back to nail

But I challenge the difficulties of every taste

No remorse, I mode my weed and handle the wheel

Difficulties begin to call doing my down fall

But I never took it to be notify when I receive my fax

I view every vein to skin, it never got a thing to leak

All that I put God first to make fresh

Wonder took place, my wife Ruchipha rule the roots

Growing trees in our room just to get loans

I have suffer a lot but I still drop it

Still drop it