| I am one of the flyest my crew is like the Al Qaeda’s
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| We war like in them mess halls of Elmyra
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| 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 Riker’s is priceless
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| Reminiscing on plaza fights with Cypress
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| Hung lifeless sprung from financial crisis
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| Never ran I stand amongst the righteous
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| AZ-Q dark denimy V suits
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| 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 I’m back on that old Shaft shit
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| Got my ratchets army fatigue jacket
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| Fitted cap on backwards with them cats from Flatbush
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| Bravehearted fuck if they say squash it
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| We remain the largest we invade regardless
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| Trains to Spofford insane with a brain from Hartford
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| 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 I talk about the jewelry later
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| My respect is for the 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 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 I pray they process your appeal
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| Cause on the real 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 |