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T.I. - OG Bobby Johnson (Remix) lyrics

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OG Bobby Johnson, OG Bobby Johnson

OG Bobby Johnson, OG Bobby Johnson

Word on the street I’m a suspect

Hanging with the killers in the projects

I don’t wanna bale, keep quiet, catch a nigga slipping from behind

OG Bobby Johnson, OG Bobby Johnson

OG Bobby Johnson, OG Bobby Johnson

Ok, we started catching felonies and bank here

Riding through the hood in a hot box

In ’96, in the hood, had a trap house

Every day cruise through the city, crack rock

I got pills in my pocket and a bank roll

Everybody try me, I don’t let the thing go, bust it

I put a whole crew where you can’t go, cousin

Homie don’t like it but he can’t do nothing

Came through busting, I respect that

You violate a mandatory nigga, break that

Walk up, pull out a Smith and Wesson, push it real bad

Now the undercover people left for dead

They came with the OG’s hanging, OZ’s hanging

Styrofoam, double cup, codeine drinking

You run up 44 B banking, meet you at the crossroad where they don’t be singing

Word on the street I’m a suspect

Hanging with the killers in the projects

I don’t wanna bale, keep quiet, catch a nigga slipping from behind

OG Bobby Johnson, OG Bobby Johnson

OG Bobby Johnson, OG Bobby Johnson

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