Jimmy Wopo - Elm Street 2 lyrics

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Jimmy Wopo - Elm Street 2 lyrics

[Intro] Lord forgive me for my sins, yeah Real n***a sh** Ayy, Stevie on the beat [Verse] Just to be exact, I was born in ninety-seven So n***a this not crack, it's h**n But b**h we got the D and C, no Maryland If a b**h drop a dime I'ma line her, no Carolin' n***a watch, they plot, that wire, they wearin' p**y n***as be McFadden, like Darren n***as talk 'bout robbin' me and Quanie, I'm hearin' So we ride 'round with these choppers, not caring Lil n***a ugly but they loving my appearance Lil n***a outchea really thugging with experience Sixteen, doin' my thing, outchea f**ing n***as' parents Sixteen, doin' my thing, probably stuck a n***as' parents RIP Lil Deck, ain't to my left, that ain't right Thinking 'bout you today whoadie, bring my TEC out tonight Let it hiccup, wet his chest up, watch him put up a fight Call up Robbo, he go Rondo when I put up a price Sneaky face, soup eight, HK in my Nikes It's been wreck in the 'jects, had to put up the dice b**h we posted, hella toasted off them pills with the pipe You can call me baby Kobe, b**h I'm dunking like Mike [Hook] Yeah yeah, ten nine, holler ten when we slide Eight seven, 'nother n***a on channel eleven Six five, shoot your a** ten times Four three, three deep, four heat n***a two one, you ain't never shoot none' Snipers on our sh** like we deer huntin' Ammo gear hunting, semi-auto, switch bu*tons I let it hit, talk and spit, that b**h get to fussin' [Verse 2] Ooh ooh, Uzi stupid, it shoot two a piece Chopper make him JuJu on the beat I got some hitters that be moving deep That's them n***as that'll jugg and creep Got that MAC with them attachments, that b**h shoot repeat And that b**h got range, I let it shoot from deep (I let it JJ Reddick) Ain't been no sellout, been no fake, I ain't been hard to reach I just do the same sh** that n***as do for me [Hook] Yeah yeah, ten nine, holler ten when we slide Eight seven, 'nother n***a on channel eleven Six five, shoot your a** ten times Four three, three deep, four heat n***a two one, you ain't never shoot none' Snipers on our sh** like we deer huntin' Ammo gear hunting, semi-auto, switch bu*tons I let it hit, talk and spit, that b**h get to fussin'