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Extreme Measures feat. Styles P
Dark Lo & Havoc
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Hit the bar, then the sit-ups
Left the yard, I got my shit up
Cop pulled me over, glizzy tizz up
Was doing a hundred in the trizzup
Dickies on, stick up
I should blow your head off, nigga, what's up?
I got the plug for the hookup
Kid was bullying, then I took up
I bullied the bullies, I got my foot up
Youngin came through with one wheel up
Shot in his chest, he say he healed up, he rebuilt up
I ain't never fuck with weirdos
You lucky, it's whistling past your earlobe
It's all cash, me and Pinero
On my dad, it's Pesci and De Niro
Mob shit, you get it, Mero
Lob shit, was throwing ear rolls
Me and Styles down north
I get you filed, what you thought?
Went to trial, one hundred thou was what I brought
Get money, look bummy was the shit he taught
Streets numbed me, no feelings, just keep it short
I caught you on a white lie
I'm still cordial, let the right fly
Swing the left, it was likewise
Or kill a nigga, that's how the dice fly
Alibi, me and Hav was on the bike ride
You niggas blog
They had me buried down like a treasure
I'm back around, we can't kick it, never
It's extreme measures
Looking back, I'm seeing God had blessed us
I'm looking, seeing reckless, I need it all
It's extreme measures
Boy, you crawl, you is not a stepper
I cut her off, she was drawing extra
It's extreme measures
The cops came, you know I love Ms. Debra
She told me come and rest up, I went back out
It's extreme measures
Smell of smoke lingering, I ain't lifting a finger
It come to a shooting, don't ever fuck with a ringer
I'm way too old to be playing with young sets
Count my blessings and my money, I'm checking the sunset
Say my morning prayer, you can get aired with a gun check
You go out on your shield, you ain't ready to run yet
I ain't tryna hit you up, my nigga, you dumb fresh
That's a waste of an outfit, my outfit is dumb blessed
I talk dark low, I be parked low, I be parked up
Killers watch when they speak to me, I be sparked up
Known to get the four, go to war, never knocked up
Now that money getting dry cleaned, yeah, I'm washed up
Used to be the knife fight champ of the Southside
Jackboy's favorite jackboy, I was 'bout mine
Backing up work for the block, I was 'bout mine
Four by fours in GG4, it's clout time
They had me buried down like a treasure
I'm back around, we can't kick it, never
It's extreme measures
Looking back, I'm seeing God had blessed us
I'm looking, seeing reckless, I need it all
It's extreme measures
Boy, you crawl, you is not a stepper
I cut her off, she was drawing extra
It's extreme measures
The cops came, you know I love Ms. Debra
She told me come and rest up, I went back out
It's extreme measures
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