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Ayo |
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I'm like Malcolm out the window with the joint |
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Hoodied up blood in my eye, a lead to fly |
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Like **** it, look how these niggas duck shit |
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One kid hollerin' what lookin' up , he the big wig |
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Fake ass cat, low life, sodomize mind |
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Beatin' niggas, big bricks of bread sellin' mad dimes |
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His feet hurt, networkin' he get no work |
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Yo smack him where his hand hurt, **** what he worth |
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Yo he sucked his thumb, smooth for the kid laced with the big guns |
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Stain to my Baltimore niggas that he on the run |
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Plus he ill in the drums, heartburn for life, calcium man |
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Watch him grab the Tums, he's a front |
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Pigeon totalist sister with the fat ass |
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Show hash behind up the block plus he smashed her |
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Big bub did him somethin' deadly, act premeditated |
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Buck 60 strike was the medley |
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Nice like Van Halen, seen him at the tunnel with his skin peelin' |
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Did two days thought he was jailin' |
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You get close, look at his hands |
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That's the same kid that cut his wrists, talkin' bout the cuffs did it |
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He ran away, frontin' majorly, eyes like Sammy Davis Jr |
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Rounded off with a fade g, he sport the Bob Hope classics |
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Ran down Asics, Kmart, the short sleeve shit be the basics |
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He eat hams, shitted on himself twice, big hatted Jews |
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Rushed the nigga out in Crown Heights |
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Yo let me tell you how the game go |
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We gettin' rid of all the prostitutes |
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Tony wants the streets back fo sho |
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Too many hustlers, too many thieves |
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We're ****in' up who's willin' to fight and teach the Cs |
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Too much TV , guns and robberies |
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Lust and greed and hate, the 4 devils jealousy |
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Yo I champunch Mase in his face over some bullshit |
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The other night they kidnapped his brother pokin' it with knives |
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It's rainin' , 85 degrees kinda muggy |
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One of the nights they thrown in his face it's real ugly |
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Yo we up in Jonesy's posin', all these niggas know me |
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From ****in' wit, under these niggas heavy parolees |
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Yo we played the speaker |
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And from a distance we could see these chains |
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The P slayed, flat on his chest was two plains |
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Ashy hands yo, no need for rings at all |
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He just cracked the V8 backed up, leaned against the wall |
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Lookin flower, he just came home, he on like a **** |
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Did a dime for holdin' up the Gods up in the armored truck |
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Ten years later son 280 on the weight tip |
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He throwin' up six plates plus he studied Matrix |
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He's a wally horse, shout it out sweatin' through his valor |
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Cock-eyed nigga back up his neck, he had shores |
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Sammy eagerly rode up on him |
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Taxi off the Turkey with the joint on him |
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Flower look his man stood up before him |
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The bitches hit the table, Jah king, he stripped off his cables |
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Shots went off , Sam'll get a chance to make his debut |
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Flower grabbed tiff his man with the sideburns, hat fell off |
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We nerd his wigworms, he hid behind rich |
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See Allah hit the light switch, young girls were trampled |
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In the measured pool, pistol with mase, and broke the handle |
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Desperate crawlin' to the door on all fours |
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Shim kicked the jukebox the theme song rode in was "It's Yours" |
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Oh my goodness, Ba grabbed the Mo bottle thrashin' |
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He layin' like a gay models shoutin' out Sebastian |
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He smiled with his teeth missin' begging for mercy |
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No more God, the 68 thousand down a pair of three |
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Out came the cannon, whistled out zaggin' |
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Cham snatched his flag four big rocks, enter the dragon |
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It's over, another story told |
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Lyin' with the snakes, tongue kissin' cobras |
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Yo let me tell you how the game go |
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We gettin' rid of all the prostitutes |
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Tony wants the streets back fo sho |
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Too many hustlers, too many thieves |
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We're ****in' up who's willin' to fight and teach the Cs |
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Too much TV, guns and robberies |
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Lust and greed and hate, the 4 devils jealousy |
