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  • OG Bobby Johnson, OG Bobby Johnson
    OG Bobby Johnson, OG Bobby Johnson
    Word on the street Im a suspect
    Hanging with the killers in the projects
    I dont wanna bale, keep quiet, catch a ***** 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 dont let the thing go, bust it
    I put a whole crew where you cant go, cousin
    Homie dont like it but he cant do nothing
    Came through busting, I respect that
    You violate a mandatory *****, 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 OGs hanging, OZs hanging
    Styrofoam, double cup, codeine drinking
    You run up 44 B banking, meet you at the crossroad where they dont be singing
    Word on the street Im a suspect
    Hanging with the killers in the projects
    I dont wanna bale, keep quiet, catch a ***** slipping from behind
    OG Bobby Johnson, OG Bobby Johnson
    OG Bobby Johnson, OG Bobby Johnson
  • OG Bobby Johnson, OG Bobby Johnson
    OG Bobby Johnson, OG Bobby Johnson
    Word on the street Im a suspect
    Hanging with the killers in the projects
    I dont wanna bale, keep quiet, catch a ***** 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 dont let the thing go, bust it
    I put a whole crew where you cant go, cousin
    Homie dont like it but he cant do nothing
    Came through busting, I respect that
    You violate a mandatory *****, 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 OGs hanging, OZs hanging
    Styrofoam, double cup, codeine drinking
    You run up 44 B banking, meet you at the crossroad where they dont be singing
    Word on the street Im a suspect
    Hanging with the killers in the projects
    I dont wanna bale, keep quiet, catch a ***** slipping from behind
    OG Bobby Johnson, OG Bobby Johnson
    OG Bobby Johnson, OG Bobby Johnson