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| gangsta-gangsta, thug, killa
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| I’m the black panther that shot the drug dealer
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| I live on the block, where dudes bust they knocks
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| Ride on top of the car, they crush they rocks
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| Niggaz hot in my fifths, to run from cops
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| See I’m a nigga too, so I know how niggaz do
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| Keep it real, you should let that bullshit silence
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| You only been involved in domestic violence
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| Nigga, I chase rentals with Long Islands
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| Catch us in the club, doing them long, wiling
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| The microphone marvelous, this Marvin Haggler
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| It’s so obvious, in the lobby, suave and dressed
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| Where the party is? |
| Round trip, flight to LaGuardia
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| Nobody dodge, when we walk through the audience
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| Dolo, with more dough to blow though
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| For sure though, slide one deep in a four door
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| I’m poor though, catch me rocking a Lisa Lobo
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| Bump yo ho, I want more to the boatload
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| Your coat can’t save your soul, but I’m foe
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| It’s written in gold, hieroglyphic Egyptian scroll
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| Streets I’ve been in, from the beginning I’m a legend
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| Never flee up from my enemies, shots I’m sending
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| Musical martyr like John Lennon, from the beginning
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| Spit with a vengeance, semi-automatic weapon repping
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| Calm stop, warlock like David Geffen
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| Blowin' ox', like oxygen, out of my nostrils
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| Seen brave men, fight for they honor and even die
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| Two gorgeous divas, blowing the heaters down the ride
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| To the, end of the earth, through hell, water and fire
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| Queens Messiah, camouflage black attire
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| Magnum opus, top five, dead or alive
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| The feds focus my militants, swervin' the lotus
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| Mossberg in the hostess, I write it then release it
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| Then I, bless the street, giving birth to soldiers
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| Rolls gold, King Tut piece, flooded with boulders
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| I praise Allah, make this a lot, facing the east
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| This is for them black and white babies, starving to eat, Think Differently
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| Poverty stricken, fried chicken, fly rhyme kicking
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| Blind visions from the mind’s wisdom, in this crime religion
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| Niggaz listen, what I’m spitting is hard as prison
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| Benches in the trenches, grym intentions, twin Doberman pinchers
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| Leather trenches, lead drenches for brat endless
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| Gats eleven inches, ya neck slit it, your head spin it
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| The epidemic was spread infinite, so once the thread is knitted
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| For seven digits, it’s just business, no disrespect intended
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| To he who feel offended, a beat down cannot be prevented
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| Big hit it, the game I’m deep in it, until my Yankee fitted
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| Switch three, be hanging niggaz, squeeze three eighty triggers
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| Used to fuck my babysitters, now I whip Mercedes-Benz'
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| I stand alone, cause I’m grown, for me to crush the Walkman
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| Gang lover supporter, of any sort, when I’m New York
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| Rollin' for dolo, the Willie Bobo gotta go bro
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| Word to JoMo, the kid in the polo, got the world in a yo-yo
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| Your happy meal skills is still, no frills
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| Cook ckrills, sign deals, when you see me, just kneel
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| Or rocking mills, your hospital bill
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| Blood from your nostril spill, it’s not looking well
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| When I lick off shots, the hostages yell
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| Chopper fell like ox tail, your optic’s swell
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| Ninjas with blades, raised from jungles of wolves
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| In hoods, where hammers bark and the tennis spark
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| Police on radar, so we stay fogged up
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| Puffin' blunts, sippin' Goose, and damage
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| God Damn it’s hard, but still, we gettin' by like rhino’s
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| Ones that peel, crucified on the Earth, for guns and needles
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| Nine inches, hurt, I cause stitches, build
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| With Gods on track, suffering visible scars, it’s hard to relax
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| Ready to spaz, no weed, thirst for cash, times moving fast
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| We like cheaters with masks, lighting cheeba and hash
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| Tryin' to balance the steps, screaming, we need freedom
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| Tired of bleeding, where ego’s let out of evil
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| Town is of death, no time for weakness
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| Higher heights to reach, advance the concrete
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| With iron feet… |