| Thief niggas never last, most sneak and get caught
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| Peep the cross, weak convos keeping it short
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| Shit shaky, shook niggas leak in they shorts
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| Who rule this, I run thru this unstrapped and foolish
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| Niggas is jeweless, feeble minded, young and foolish
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| New era, to me it’s who whatever
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| Blunts, bottles, bitches, we could do whatever
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| I’m a made nigga BK, my trays is bigger
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| Niks is sick, dimes could eat away at yo liver
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| Live in the flesh
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| Two faced canvassers the best
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| Street repper, loved it (???) was the best
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| AZ and Ali, how we spit is how we sit and poly
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| It ain’t shit, respect the game
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| Don’t worry bout it A, I got it from here
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| Ain’t shit gone change, I’m still the same nigga
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| Young face, old soul, powerful brian
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| Aiight
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| Back when Cat was running Queens, New York
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| I had a younger singer talk, gun slinger walk
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| Slanging chalk inside a Lincoln park, fiends and narks
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| Shine like a rainbow, A speak into the mic with a strange flow
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| Everyday that light in my brian glow, Brettas and white Drangos
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| Ever since Nikes and Kangos, rap was mine
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| I mastered lines to make old vets feel pass their prime
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| My staff’ll shine off my shash of rhymes
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| Half the time you catch me cooking O’s
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| Crooks and foe stand shook and frooze when Vegas open up his book of flows
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| I’m off the hook with thoose
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| Punching niggas, mushing hoes
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| Sosa copped a Velar jacket to match with the four-matic
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| Ali Vegas is a raw savage that’ll squeeze off and let y’all all have it
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| Now here it goes |