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Pick One - Chief Keef Lyrics


Remember posted on the block ready for the warRunning up a house and straight kick in doorPosted on the front right on GrenshawOn Indian toting big gunsWhen I come through, Hut! attentionNiggas full of hate they full of tensionCome through with the chopper you can call me Sosa 10 gunsDead or in jail nigga pick oneYour drawers got lit on it, talking money I been on yaDon't make me up this fif on ya, give your ass a 51I be smoking 91, you be smokin' 61You only smoke that 87, you be smokin' that shitty stuffI be smoking that 93, think I was born in 93Ben Frank said he was having dinner, he called me and invited meCops got pictures of me selling dope, they call me and indicted meI don't even like to talk but my money it like to speakYou got 15 for a V shit that's aight with meBut I gotta call you back cause your verse price was beatOn the block it was me, white, pipes and weedLet an opp pull up, I'ma get the strikey thingsRemember posted on the block ready for the warRunning up a house and straight kick in doorPosted on the front right on GrenshawOn Indian toting big gunsWhen I come through, Hut! attentionNiggas full of hate they full of tensionCome through with the chopper you can call me Sosa 10 gunsDead or in jail nigga pick oneDead or in jail nigga pick oneHeaven or in hell a nigga in oneI don't play ball I cross the N1Shot the 3s, we street ballers, dunk a damn pointI'm rolling up backwoods fuck your damn jointI don't like them swishers they don't feel rightYou feel like ballin', feel like stallin', what you feel likeI ain't can't get right, I'm Mr. Get RightI'm riding with that missile I won't miss you, I'm gonna hit youWassup to the bay, wassup South CentralWassup to L.A, I'm some Chiraq ass niggaI still be in my ways, I be totin' my pistolRemember posted on the block ready for the warRunning up a house and straight kick in doorPosted on the front right on GrenshawOn Indian toting big gunsWhen I come through, Hut! attentionNiggas full of hate they full of tensionCome through with the chopper you can call me Sosa 10 gunsDead or in jail nigga pick one

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