| Sketchy, witness the relentless, the man hunted tensing
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| The Tek left behind was printless
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| Narcs and Homicide, Feds and armoured rides
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| Hell se-la-cia, I’m vest up, armed to die
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| Forever will, glock shots, shoots to kill
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| So what the deal? |
| Violate, feel the steel
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| The cleverest, so whoever slips
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| Roamin and holdin, terrorists born wit dis, gettin on wit dis
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| Make a move while you fake moves
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| You and your frontin crews, dressed upon jewels, livin on 6−2's
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| But now it’s on, the end justifies the means
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| Lye smoke and CREAM, is all I fiend
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| It’s in my genes, I float thru the streets and seen
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| an intended European and 50 coupe, it’s green
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| Nothin in between, me and my team we’re ill too
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| Respect due or I feel for you
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| We got this locked now, pure official, white crystal
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| The hypo get you before the snipe from the pistol
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| It’s potent, just one whiff’ll have you floatin
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| Hot and soakin, while I’m sellin, y’alls is smokin
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| Forever shinin, except the blue diamond’s prime’n
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| and dining with wealthy, old dime bitches rich as from cosignin
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| Gold and American, leave the charge, car holdin
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| I’m rollin, affiliated with those that’s ballin
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| So knowledge me, and analyse my qualities
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| You’ve crossed all apologies, my lifetime policy
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| Plus playin for keeps in these New York streets
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| to get deep, so hold heat, try to control your sleep
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| Cos umm, the life I live is deeper than the Mississippi Rivers
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| Me and my niggas only drivin what a ride give us Puffin lye, gettin high til we die
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| So fuck it, whatever nigga, try to violate and fry |