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Niggas comin XL on the exhale |
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Crackin Watson Avenue, dope on Intervale |
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Hey, these really spray feds are watchin |
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Fiends comin thru beggin I'mm knock 'em, why they jockin? |
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Runnin thru the Bronx now, don't get stomped now |
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Willie's flossed and beemers sparkin the john now |
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Willie's boss, Robbin Ross, |
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Strappin on the roof of the car, revealin moss |
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Dot dot dash dot dash dot, |
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That that coke you got, got us scorchin hot |
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Shit movin too fast like techno |
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In the jiggs I've seen you wicked comin back like echoes, word bond |
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See the toes you stepped on |
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Might end up connect to that ass you got against tomorrow |
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So squig ya bottle |
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A nigga treat you like a son, |
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Then turn around and give a nigga fuckin ten to run |
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KRS-One, Awesome Two, Treacherous Three, Agony |
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All I see is Catastrophe, Cold Crush Four, |
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Furious Five to take Six |
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Windin down to K Seven, Niggas better call a reverend |
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Got the morgue truck eyeing me, up to MC Eiht N.I.N.E. |
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Nigga turn the corner buy a Blackens |
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Get across the bridge and I'ma make it, Mack 10, damn |
