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[Verse 1]
Remember posted on the block, ready for the war
Running up a house and straight kick in door
Posted on the front right on Grenshaw
On Indiana, toting big guns
When I come through, hut, attention
**** full of hate, they full of tension
Come through with that chopper
You can call me Sosa 10 Guns
Aye, dead or in jail, ****, pick one
[Verse 2]
Your drawers got lint on it
Talking money, I been on you
Don't make me up this fifth on you
Give your ass a 51
I be smoking 91, you be smoking 61
You only smoke that 87
You be smoking that shitty stuff
I be smoking that 93, think I was born in '93
[Verse 3]
Ben Frank said he was having dinner
He called me and invited me
Cops got pictures of me selling dope
They caught me and indicted me
I don't even like to talk but my money here like to speak
[Verse 4]
You got 15 for a V, shit, that's alright with me
But I gotta call you back
'Cause your first price was beat
One the block, it was me, white pipes and weed
Let an op pull up
I'm gon' get the strike'y things
[Verse 5]
Remember posted on the block, ready for the war
Running up a house and straight kick in door
Posted on the front right on Grenshaw
On Indiana, toting big guns
When I come through, hut, attention
**** full of hate, they full of tension
Come through with that chopper
You can call me Sosa 10 Guns
Aye, dead or in jail, ****, pick one
[Verse 6]
Dead or in jail, ****, pick one
Heaven or in Hell, a **** in one
Aye, I don't play ball, I cross the and one
Shot the three's, we street ballers that dunk a damn point
I'm rolling up Backwoods, fuck your damn joint
I don't like them Swisher's, they don't feel right
You feel like balling, feel like stalling, what you feel like?
Aye, I ain't can't get right, I'm Mr. Get Right
[Verse 7]
Aye, I'm riding with that missile
I won't miss you, I'm gon' hit you
What's up to The Bay, what's up, South Central?
What's up to L.A., I'm some Chiraq ass ****
I still be in my ways, I be toting my pistol
[Verse 8]
Remember posted on the block, ready for the war
Running up a house and straight kick in doors
Posted on the front right on Grenshaw
On Indiana, toting big guns
When I come through, hut, attention
**** full of hate, they full of tension
Come through with that chopper
You can call me Sosa 10 Guns
Aye, dead or in jail, ****, pick one
Written by: Don Paschall, Keith Cozart

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