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Little Mike with the big head, he used to come around Rob niggas on the block like he wasn't getting feed He wore them all red outfits, his color was red Tear drop in the corner of his eye like Lil' Wayne Nose always running cause he sniffed cocaine He used to come around with JoJo in this little white truck On some South Shore shit, like they ain't give a fuck Now I ain't supposed to tell ya'll they sell guns round here That cripple made dudes, and some got diarrhea Jugs on every block but we live out here And Staten Island be my nigga, Ben, Lilz, and Pop Beating niggas up on the ave and take they rocks Slim kid with the glass eye that know how to box Staten Island's popular son got cut with the ox See us racing down the terrace avoiding the cops Cracks be in they asshole make they asshole hot Run, If you ever pack a nice size gun Or get caught with that shit then you fucked up son Ayo, this one right here goes out for my Gee Street clique My G's from Gee Street, stack G's on some G shit Narcs are circling sharks, them Gee Street dicks Five bucks fills the Dutch, them Gee Street Knicks Why my peoples had to go down for them Gee Street hits Yo, I smells a, someone a Gee Street snitch Son slandered my name on that


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