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It's so simple... life... death... [Verse: AZ] |
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I am one of the flyest my crew is like the |
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Al Qaeda's |
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We war like in them mess halls of |
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Elmyra Bodies get caught predicate's bails is higher |
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Why talk if you ain't walk through hell's fire |
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All-nighters upscale attire |
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In car get new cars you and your mans admire |
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Young messiah back bottom guns for hire |
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I am that what them rap contracts require |
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Ghostwriter coast to coast cyphers |
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I do this for them grown men in diapers that don't like us |
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Though still the nicest sending kites to |
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Riker's is priceless |
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Reminiscing on plaza fights with |
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Cypress Hung lifeless sprung from financial crisis |
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Never ran |
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I stand amongst the righteous |
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AZ-Q dark denimy |
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V suits His arson is lethal only pardon his people so |
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Just ask it open or closed casket |
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Coke or the dope bastard |
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I'm back on that old |
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Shaft shit |
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Got my ratchets army fatigue jacket |
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Fitted cap on backwards with them cats from |
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Flatbush Bravehearted fuck if they say squash it |
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We remain the largest we invade regardless |
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Trains to |
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Spofford insane with a brain from |
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Hartford It's hard to explain my artwork |
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One for the haters two for the true and the raiders |
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I know dudes who eat your food with a razor |
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It's major barbaric |
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Brutal behavior car addict |
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I talk about the jewelry later |
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My respect is for the |
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CL cartel connects |
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And the crews that came through and left arise well effect |
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Finesse big boys only play with the best |
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It's no regrets being dead broke and raised in the jects |
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I'm a vet cousin |
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Comstock calling collect |
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Saying he just left the box hot annoyed and depressed |
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Claimin he stressed did a 3 and still facin a stretch |
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I'm like look this ain't the row and you ain't waiting your death |
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So save your breath tie your boots up and bang with the rest |
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Cause in reality they just incarcerated your flesh |
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You know the deal |
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I pray they process your appeal |
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Cause on the real |
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I still got my hands on the wheel |
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And I'm a drive til the gas run out |
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Either crash or a wrap til a smash come out |
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We them real niggaz |
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It don't get no more gangster than this... rap it up daddy... yea [Beat until fade] |
